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Post by kyrillion on Jun 30, 2010 22:12:25 GMT -5
“Duareth!”
…Mine?[/color]
S'rial, now Dalibor's sole Candidatemaster – the thought still rankled, but he tried not to think it too often – strode purposefully out of his weyr with a grim expression on his face. Duareth, an indistinct stripe of pastel-brown against the darker stone of the ledge, regarded him mildly but attentively. His rider's tone had contained some urgency, and the brown was as curious as he was happy that something of some importance seemed to be happening. Nothing like a good diversion!
Our Candidates are in trouble, my friend.
Well, perhaps not that sort of diversion. The brown's eyes whirled unhappily as he rose to his feet, all business and stern disapproval. He didn't like the grim note in his rider's mindvoice, and was determined to resolve whatever problem was responsible.
Which ones?[/color]
All of them.
Crouching down so that S'rial could vault into place between his shoulders, the brown shook all traces of sleep from his muscles before launching into the air. A tight turn had him sailing across the weyrbowl and towards the sporadically-used classrooms, the wind whistling in his ears and the brisk breeze reinforcing his resolve; he and His had a reputation for being stern instructors, but it seemed they hadn't done enough with this latest batch of Candidates to reinforce that reputation. It was time to remedy that oversight.
All Candidates to the classroom at once.[/color] His summons echoed throughout the weyr, his tone sharp and concise. He would not suffer disobedience or tardiness; his students had given up the privilege of the laid-back, patient instructor they had known until now. S'rial and Duareth owed Avalle and Callistath that much.
Run. Late comers will not be tolerated. No excuses.[/color] Flaring his wings back, he checked his descent and touched down beside the entrance to the lower caverns nearest S'rial's office, every move economical and brisk. As His dismounted, he rocked back on his haunches and folded his wings neatly behind him, intent on seeing every last Candidate through the door. He was large enough that the more skittish ones might be intimidated, and he thought a good dose of fear might do them all some good. This wasn't a petting zoo; the dragons of Pern were not tame, docile creatures. One stupid decision or thoughtless move could get you eaten, or mauled – particularly on the Hatching Sands, and clearly this latest group needed to be reminded of that.
In the meantime, S'rial had taken up residence in the as-yet empty room, standing broad-shouldered and arms-crossed in front of his desk, facing out towards the class. His expression was a carefully-constructed mask of calm, though his eyes were hard and unforgiving as obsidian. The stunt that some of the Candidates had pulled at Callistath's Clutching had not reflected well on him, certainly, but if he were honest that wasn't the reason he was so upset by the news Avalle had given him. A queen, particularly one looking after eggs, was dangerous; if he didn't set the kids straight now, he was afraid one of them would be hurt, or worse. It only worried him more that Kalith was set to clutch soon, as well; she wouldn't be nearly so forgiving as Dalibor's younger queen. She'd have eaten one of them, and it wouldn't have been just a figure of speech.
As the class began to assemble, he remained silent and still as the seats began to fill up. He only planned to say this once, and he'd wait till everyone was listening. It took a few minutes, but eventually he thought the majority of the class had gathered, and he cleared his throat once to demand their attention.
“All right boys and girls, listen up. It has come to my attention that some of you-” he didn't need to name anybody, they knew who they were, “-made some rather poor choices recently in regards to Callistath's clutch. Now, I believe you were kicked off the sands rather abruptly, and rightly so – but I also recognize that this partly my doing. I usually save the lecture on etiquette and weyr custom for closer to Hatching time, but it seems I was wrong to give you all the benefit of the doubt. Some of you needed stricter guidance, which I failed to deliver. I trusted you to behave properly, even those of you not weyr-born or raised, and I was wrong to do so. For that, I apologize.”
A stern sense of disapproval was beginning to radiate from Duareth – he was rather of the opinion that His was being a bit generous, here, but there wasn't much he could do now. And they'd been off to such a good start…
“Kalith and Callistath are Dalibor's queens. They're not tame, they're not mellow – and they're not hands-off, especially when it comes to their children. They are fiercely protective of their clutches, and they will not hesitate to use violence or force to eliminate a perceived threat to the eggs. That includes each and every one of you.” He paused, to let that sink in and to gather his thoughts. This was proving to be more difficult than he'd anticipated, and he wanted desperately to get through to all of them. “You need to be careful. Stay off the Sands unless you are invited there. Keep calm when you're on the Sands - don't do anything rash, don't run, keep the noise down to a dull roar. And never set foot on the Sands without acknowledging the queen. A simple bow will do - and this is especially important on Hatching day.”
Many of the Candidates last time hadn't bowed, and Kalith had been less than pleased. He intended to stress the formality and etiquette this time around, and he hoped this time it would sink in. “When Hatching day does arrive, be on time. And pay attention whenever you're on the Sands, for any reason. If it looks like either queen is upset, even if you don't think you've done anything wrong, back off. They can hurt you, and they will if you provoke them – and if you're not aware of what's going on around you, you might not realize you have provoked them until it's too late. Be polite, be vigilant, and please do what you're told – these stupid rules that I know you all hate so much are in place for your protection, and if you don't follow them I can't guarantee your safety.”
The lecture wound down, at last, and S'rial leaned back against his desk and let a beat of silence pass, hoping his stoic expression and grave tone had been enough to convey his own sincerity and the gravity of the situation. Several of the Candidates in attendance had nearly faced physical injury on the Sands – and had it been Kalith's clutch, he had no doubt that there would have been casualties. Heaving a sigh, the tension in his shoulders faded at last, and his countenance softened. More tamely, he asked:
“Are there any questions?” [/size]
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Post by jack on Jun 30, 2010 22:43:07 GMT -5
He tried really, really hard not to be bothered. Half buried in furs, with his eyes closed and a warm Orange "hot water bottle" curled against his lower back, he was as comfortable as he had been in a long time...and the sound of the Brown's voice in his head was far from welcome. Growling, the trader rolled over with a wince, grumbling under his breath as he set himself to ignore the dragon completely. He hadn't been privy to the Candiate's act of stupidity anyways--there was no chance he was going to force his sore body out of warmth and safety just to hear that soft man try and convince his idiot students to fix something. Hiding them in a group of their peers only made it more likely they wouldn't get the picture anyways.
Felix was half asleep again when Duareth's voice roused him again, and this time he reacted with an outright snarl as he violently flung the furs off of himself and rolled out of the bed. "Shardin' dragon." He hissed as he shambled over to his dresser, trying to ignore the sharp pain of two broken ribs. He knew they were broken--had felt them snap under Dramix's fists--but he wasn't about to go to a healer over them. He'd broken ribs before--this was nothing new, but it certainly made things difficult.
He took his time sliding into a clean pair of pants, rewinding a bandage around his chest before shrugging into a shirt. Still grumbling--but looking more tired than irritated--he took a moment to change the bandage hiding his left eye before heading out, still looking remarkably proud despite his obvious injuries. Tapestry appeared on his shoulders right before he shut the door, but he spared her only a short look as he shambled down the hall.
Felix was late. Very late, but the look he shot at Durath was anything but intimidated. Eye narrowed and fierce, he looked more like he would try to bite the dragon's head off rather than run in terror from him. Huffing, he turned away from the Brown and slid into the classroom, plopping down in a chair and trying to hide the wince caused by leaning against one rib. Tired and with things far more pressing than the dumb-student lesson, he spent the entire time with his eye locked on S'rial, secretly trying to glare holes in his skull.
S'rial asked for questions and Felix spoke up, nostrils flared with displeasure. "Yeah. Can the people who didn't act like brainless wherries go now? I, for one, have things I'd rather do than suffer through your 'talk down' chat when I didn't do anything wrong."
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Post by kia on Jul 1, 2010 0:17:50 GMT -5
Duareth had called for the Candidates. Kela looked up as she held a small, wriggling child in her arms who was screaming for more sweets. Kela had brought some sweets out for the children she was watching and had given them all equal share. But one of the boys had gotten greedy and had tried to steal someone else`s sweets. Kela had caught him trying and reprimanded him, telling him that the sweets belong to the boy and that he had already eaten his. The boy had cried and pouted, screaming for more even as Kela picked him up to hold him. They were just cranky and were ready to take a nap or do something else. But Duareth`s call kind of caught Kela at an awkward moment.
She looked around for one of the other drudges to watch the children while she was at lessons. She stood and waited a few minutes, shushing the small boy while the other children started screaming “Twag!” and “Let`s gwo on an advwenture!” Kela smiled patiently at them until someone passed by. It was a young man, probably not that much older than her, and he did not seem too busy. “Can you help me?” she asked him.
“I was about to go off duty for a bit,” he replied.
“Can you watch the children for an hour? I need to attend Candidate lessons for a bit.”
The man bit his bottom lip. “I was really looking forward to a nice bath and nap before having to go back to work.”
Kela sighed. She was not sure what she was going to do. Then she heard the man sigh. “Come on, kids. Let`s go on that adventure.”
“Will Miss Kela be joining us?” the boy in Kela`s arms asked as he squirmed out of them and up to the man.
“She will in an hour. She has an adventure to go on by herself,” he said, looking up at Kela with a look that said, “Go before I change my mind.”
Kela thanked the gentleman and quickly made her way down to where Duareth had called them to. She was kind of use to the sound of a dragon inside her head thanks to her brother`s Blue dragon. The Blue had always been sincere when he spoke to her, asking how she was and if everything was okay with her in the Weyr. The Brown`s voice sounded a little harsh. Had something happened recently to call for such actions? She was not sure as she made her way down. She hoped she would not be late. Being late was not a good sign. What if she was late to the Hatching? Her chances of Impressing would be severely damaged if she was late, and she knew it because this was two Queen Hatchings. They demanded respect, attention, and timeliness.
She finally made it, and not too soon. She looked around and noticed that several people had made their way here already. There were people of various ages around here. She was not surprised. Dalibor was a place of opportunity she heard. Most had a good chance to Impress. Most were given that opportunity here, and she was very grateful she was still being given that chance. She made her way over to a rock and gently sat down quietly, fixing her worker`s dress around her. It was not a torn dress, but it was not the best looking one. It was dull green in color. She wore this dress when she worked and it suited her fine. She had another dress, but it was reserved for special occasions. Maybe she would get a chance to wear it at the after Hatching feast once it occurred and if the Headwoman did not need her to work.
S`rial began to speak. So something had happened. But she was rather glad that nothing more serious had happened. Someone could have been killed or maimed. Well, she would keep this in mind when she would finally Stand at the Hatching. She had some experience on her side, but experience is sometimes nothing. Dragons would be dragons, and they are not predictable. The best you can do is walk in, bow, stand, and hope that the mother dragoness would not try to seek you out to hurt you. She shudder slightly at the thought. She had once seen a Candidate get too close to one of two eggs of a Red Clutch and had suffered the consequences. He now had a bad, left leg. She hoped none of that would happen to the her and the Candidates, but something would always happen. Something always happened at a Queen`s Hatching. That was part of what made the Hatchings so interesting.
She was startled out of her thoughts when Felix spoke up. She blinked in wonder at his actions. But she simply turned her eyes back on S`rial to see what he would do next. While she did not agree with his attitude (thinking he could have asked the question in a better way), it was not up to her to cast judgment on anyone. That would be left up to S`rial to do what he wanted with Felix. She waited patiently for S`rial to reply and partly to get done. She had children to get back to watching and it was not fair leaving them in the hands of that nice gentleman for too much longer. After all, it was her responsibility to watch the kids and she felt bad leaving them to come to this, but she was a Candidate first. But she did want to get back to the children so the man could go and have his bath and nap.
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jul 1, 2010 13:32:25 GMT -5
With winter approaching, Xela had a fair few jobs making warm clothes for the Weyr's staff and some of the youngest, poorest dragonriders. She had made it quite clear that she didn't want a roommate, as the other bunk in her room was strewn with needles, balls of yarn, and half-finished articles of clothing. However, it was on a pair of pink socks that Apprentice Weaver was working. They were for M'kiru, naturally. She had grown quite fond of the Blackrider that she had made her 'step-mom,' but it was entirely too much fun to tease him every now and then, hence the pink socks. At the moment, Xela was working a simple pattern of big, bold hearts onto them.
Then, she heard a dragon's voice in her head. This did not startle her at all; she had grown up with the creatures, after all. She recognized it as Duareth, their Candidatemaster's Brown. She liked to consider herself quite knowledgeable about dragons, especially compared to her dim-witted classmates (T'el and M'kiru had told her about the clutching fiasco), but she still attended religiously. There were few enough of them that S'rial would likely notice if she skipped, and classes were far more fun than the chores that came as punishment for truancy! So, Xela put aside the socks and snatched a half-finished scarf and a pair of knitting needles on her way out. Just because she planned on attending didn't mean she couldn't get something done while she was sitting there and listening to lessons she already knew perfectly.
When Duareth's second command came, Xela was surprised. The Brownpair was no-nonsense, teachers had to be, but she had never taken them for a severe, formidable pair. More curious than scared, she heeded the Brown and trotted briskly towards the classroom, among the first to arrive. Having no desire to further annoy the irate-sounding dragon, she inclined her head politely towards him before entering the classroom. She slipped into her seat and pulled out the scarf, nimble fingers working easily through the thick yarn and simple pattern. Silence was not a problem for her. It wasn't like she really had anybody to talk to.
When another Candidate sat down next to her, though, Xela looked up. She didn't know the other young woman's name, but she recognized her from other lessons and chores. She had been wearing that same sad-looking dress every time Xela had seen her. Interest piqued, Xela leaned over to Kela and whispered, "You're going to need something warmer for the winter. I'll make you a good, thick, woolen dress if you'll cover my firestone duty until the Hatching." The plain brown but very cozy-looking scarf was sitting openly in her lap and Xela raised her eyebrows at the older Candidate, hoping she would take her up on the offer. She had no desire to spend the rest of her Candidacy sore-backed and exhausted from throwing around sacks of firestone that sometimes threatened to outweigh the young, tiny girl.
After a few moments, though, S'rial began talking, and Xela paid attention for once, hoping to hear the stupid Candidates getting a good chewing-out. She was disappointed, however, when the lecture started off more as an apology than a chewing-out. She supposed S'rial had a point; lack of common sense was the biggest culprit here, but pure ignorance was probably a reason, too. Either way, Xela found herself quickly growing bored. Her hands automatically flew down the rows of knitting on the scarf, though she continued to look up, glassy-eyed, at S'rial. The lecture, however, was mercifully short. That was probably intentional. The ones stupid enough to waltz onto the Sands mere candlemarks after Callistath had clutched were also probably the ones unable to focus on anything for more than a minute or two.
S'rial asked for questions, and some arrogant young man stood up and demanded to be dismissed. Before S'rial could say anything, Xela spoke up. "Sit down, you," she said loudly. "You need to be here more than anyone else. That whole lecture was about respect for dragons, and obviously you didn't take in a word! Now, Duareth may not be as big or scary as a clutching Queen, but I'm sure he'd be more than happy to knock some manners into you! Sorry, S'rial, continue!" she said, smiling winningly at the Candidatemaster, laughing inwardly at Felix. Genius, he was not. If he hadn't said anything, it was more than likely they would have been dismissed after it was clear that there were no more questions, or they would have continued to an actual lesson, but he had almost certainly prolonged the lecture. Ah, well, at least it was interesting now!
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jul 1, 2010 21:32:00 GMT -5
A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was irritating.
"Tribble, stop tha-" Wait, firelizards couldn't talk. "Shard it!" Myra grumbled, eyes wide as she stood up from the table she was perched upon. Reading old records would have to wait. A Candidate lesson was on its way! Although she seemed upset, on the inside she was truly excited. Being a Candidate here at Dalibor sure had been a crazy experience so far. She was sure the lessons would be no different.
Said firelizard followed Myra as she made her way to the classroom where the lesson was being held that day. He wanted to find out why she was buzzing with excitement, but the girl wouldn't let him come with. "You'll cause trouble!" she hissed, standing beside the entryway to the room. S'rial, the Candidatemaster, was already inside, and he was about to start the lecture. "Now, go on and I'll call you when I'm out!" The blue gave an annoyed chirp before blinking away, and Myra entered the room, only to sit toward the back.
There, she could see S'rial well, and he kind of scared her. But then again, pride seemed to flow from his features, and she respected that. Oh how she longed to Impress! What better feeling in the world was there? Probably none, she thought to herself, only to be interrupted by the rider who had started his lecture.
The way he spoke had Myra captivated, yet also chilled to the core. She'd wanted to go onto the Sands for Callistath's clutch...but she hadn't really made it there in time. So he wasn't really speaking directly to her. But shards, she really did want to see those eggs...Anyway, that time would come soon, so she decided that patience was key in that situation. S'rial went on to explain other things on Hatchings and the two Queens of Dalibor, and Myra listened with great interest. Although some people might not've found the lecture helpful, she really did.
Then, as if begging for trouble, a boy spoke out when questions were asked for. He seemed to be defying the Candidatemaster! Why would he do such a thing?! S'rial knew more than that boy ever would! Annoyance crept up Myra's spine, and she had the urge to go and smack him across the face. But before anything rash could be done, a girl had stood and verbally berated him. Myra turned to the girl and smiled, giving a 'good job!' smile and look.
Well, at least she was on the same page with someone in the room.
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Post by junomoule on Jul 1, 2010 22:30:30 GMT -5
Loto spent a healthy sum of her time doing the things she loved, simply because she loved them. Responsibility had been egged into her schedule only with the help of Ipa's ongoing persistence, but the things she loved never left her mind... fortunately, she was able to be helpful in the remains of her practice with drudgery, most specifically in the kitchens.
Warm water filled with suds and formidable opponents to be slain in the form of crusty-looking pots and pans was Loto's idea of a good time.
"Guess what? You're goin' down!" The grin on her face could hardly be considered menacing, though the furrow of her brows gave it a certain impact. "Ker-boosh!" The water splashed up to her elbow as her enthusiasm got the better part of her, a small peal of laughter coming from what was likely the result of her own imagination.
It was probably illegal to have fun when doing drudgery-style work, but she was doing it. Ipa didn't interrupt her fun this time, though a stern and much more tangible thing hit her mind. The voice of a dragon, and one that made her stop short. She looked up from the pan, giving a thoughtful pause as her brown eyes beeseeched the ceiling. Did she really have to-
Ipa's feelings of insistence were as firmly asserted as his sudden weight on her shoulder. A little pout flitted across her bottom lip beseechingly, looking towards the scrawny black pleadingly. "But the pirates, Ipa!"
The firelizard returned her pout with a more meaningful stare as she sighed in a defeated and overdrawn manner, wiping off her hands on a nearby dishtowel as she headed down towards the lesson room.
***
She got to the room on time, milling through the door along with a healthy sum of other candidates. She did not travel far to her seat, opting for a nearby spot closer to the back and only a few paces away from the door. She fell into place like a ragdoll, leaning over her desk in such a manner that made it easy to doubt she'd be paying any attention to the subject whatsoever- one finger idly traced a circle on the side of the desk, waiting.
Her eyes were glazed over with daydreams, and the absent smile on her face wasn't much of a help. It was a minor miracle that her head lifted when S'rial cleared his throat, her attention wandering and focusing in on the Candidatemaster with a few moments of effort.
It took her a few seconds longer than it should have for her to realize that he was, in fact, referring to her. Poor choices. The word stung, the same one that S'fa-papa had used to describe her mother to her when she'd asked... Apparently her mother had simply made poor choices.
It was with a certain amount of fretting shame that she stared down at the desk before her, her fingers curling under her palm as she bit her lower lip. Her brows had furrowed upwards in a look not unlike concern, and shame lit the corners of her cheeks in a light and guilty tinge that was difficult not to notice. Guilt was written all over her face, one of the wherry-heads that the more well-behaved candidates had been whispering about.
She should have known better, growing up in a Weyr; it wasn't as though she hadn't heard cautions. The wrong place at the wrong time it may have been, but the wrong reaction was one that made her slump and sink into her chair, S'rial's words striking like individual little bullets. To say that she resembled a kicked puppy was not an entire exaggeration, refusing to meet the Candidatemaster's watchful gaze as he finished.
She even winced a little at Felix's question, not daring to look towards him as the moment piled on and Xela chose to speak up as well.
"T- ta..." It was quiet, little more than a squeak- but it gave her enough courage for her words to be a little louder. "I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." She whimpered, trailing off in her apology that seemed to be towards everyone; indeed, she did not need to be pointed out when her lack of pride prevented her from masking the blow like most other people would have. |
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Post by purnip on Jul 2, 2010 0:10:21 GMT -5
After what happened during the last lesson he attended, Dramix was hesitant to attend another. He heard the call, thought {yes, he actually did think, and my did it leave him with a headache} about whether or not he should go, and finally decided he should go anyways on both pride and the willingness to learn more about what he wanted. Not that he was actually going to process much of anything...so this was mostly for the pride. It was just to show those Candidate bastards that the big bad wolf never started to fear the little pigs, even after nearly being boiled into a stew.
People still snickered at him when he walked down the halls, but never to his face. Whenever he shot this or that person a paralyzing glare, they instantly stopped their smirking and pretended it was all due to some nearby person's joke about something entirely different. Wormtail, his ever faithful servant, was to remain back at his room and vigilant. He still had little holes throughout the left side of his body from an incident involving some well-placed tacks. His trek to the classroom was a relatively silent one; the occasional grunt or grumble was only given when someone took a little too long to hide their amusement from his sight.
It was that sharding son-of-a-wherry bastard Felix who got him into this fix. No one respected anymore, at least behind his back. He didn't want their superficial signs of surrender; he wanted the whole enchilada. He wanted people to still talk about him in total fear despite his being on the other side of the world. He wanted everyone to know that if there was one person you'd never ever screw around with, it was he. So far, people only took his brash and brutish behavior as an invitation to try his patience. Each time, someone ended up getting hurt, yet they still learned nothing. Perhaps back at Tillek it was easier because his big brother did half the work already. Or perhaps Candidates are just the barrel-scraped lunatics of Pern. Out of his three worst offenders, two of them managed to nip his lips, without Dramix's approval of course. Something was honestly wrong with the people here, like their heads weren't on right. Where was the survival instinct? Why were these lunatics so trying?
He entered class giving S'rial a look of contempt. Dramix wasn't really doing anything important before he was called over here, but he just wanted to let the Candidatemaster know that no, he wasn't a friend. He wasn't a pal. He wasn't his boy or his lad or his property. Dramix was simply here to gather some knowledge on how to Impress the largest dragon on the Sands so he could have the bulk of a dragon to show for his personal strength. Nothing more. He didn't consider classrooms to be pleasant places.
Most of what the Candidatemaster said went over the boy's head. Blah, blah, blah disappointment, blah apology, blah, blah careful, blah on time, blah, blah stupid rules--ha could have fooled me--blah, blah questions. Dramix didn't really have any. Well, he did, but he remembered being laughed at for the whole Gold egg business and he wanted to skip that if possible. He figured the best way to do it was his way anyhow. Be on time and don't be stupid. Fair enough.
It was then he heard a voice that made his skin crawl. Felix, the boy he both loathed and perhaps even feared on a deep subconscious level, had a question of his own. Dramix clenched his fists at being called a brainless wherry, even if it wasn't directed to him. He was about to get up and personally tell Felix to shut his Faranth-damned mouth, but someone else beat him to the punch. A pity. So the Candidate proceeded to fold his arms and wait impatiently for the next part of the lesson. So far it was nothing useful; just the usual 'watch yourself' bullcrap that probably didn't apply all that much.
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Post by Reky on Jul 2, 2010 0:24:27 GMT -5
All Candidates to the classroom at once. Run. Late comers will not be tolerated. No excuses. [/color] Isintier was about as far as he could possibly get from the classroom when he heard that. It was rather inconvenient, but he dealt with it by running. It was a good thing he didn't have Annabelle with him right now, or it would have been much harder. He'd left the guitar behind in his room instead, since he'd already given her a good dose of playing today and his fingers were begging for a break. No matter how much your played, fingers always started to hurt after a while. He had been outside, on the far side of the lake, simply watching its gorgeous ripples and colours. There was a rather large amount of apologies that came from him as he ran through crowded tunnelways. "Sorry, sorry, candidate lesson! Urgent! Sorry!" "Oops, sorry!" and the like. Perhaps he had a trace of Canadian in him from way back when humans came to Pern, apologizing like that. In any case, he was running, felt bad for it, and was apologizing. He was one of the last few to arrive, thanks to his inconvenient location, but eventually the raggedy young man made it. Panting a little, his appearance betrayed his sprint, but he simply sauntered on over to a chair and took it. He wasn't exactly sure what this lesson would be about, or why it was so urgent, but soon it was announced and he remembered. He'd only seen the eggs briefly, and by accident. He hadn't meant to be on the Sands - he'd just wandered his way there, caught a glimpse of eggs and parents, and then left. He was fairly certain the lecture didn't apply to him. After all, he'd known something was up and knew to get out quick, which he did. The fact that candidates had upset Callistath and Valleth was a surprise to him. He hadn't noticed that. It was no good. No good at all. Still, though, he listened intently as he ought to, feeling his heartrate gradually slow down and level out after his run. Well. That was his exercise for the day. At the end, there were no questions from the guitarist, but apparently there was one from another boy. Felix earned himself a dry look from Tier. Well. Someone needs to chill out.Samael, on the other hand, was not as content to sit and let that pass. She had been one of the first to arrive, having been quite close at the time, and had a good seat. The speech was a shock to her. Well, yes, the bad behavior on the candidates' behalf was appalling, but the main surprise was something that should have been obvious. Eggs! There were eggs?! Since when? Was that was people were all buzzing about, then? She wasn't exactly known for being attentive. She wasn't stupid, she just... wasn't up-to-date all the time. Couldn't really blame her. But wow! There were eggs! She'd have to see them... eventually. When it was allowed, of course. There wasn't any rush. She wasn't a very motivated person, either. She'd see them when she saw them. No extra effort needed. Felix, though... He required extra effort. To spring disrespect like that immediately after a speech completely devoted to respect was just awful. It made her blood boil. Something welled up in her chest that really, really wanted to get out and yell. That little bastard! How in Faranth's name had he been Searched in the first place? Couldn't Searchdragons pick up the asshole gene? She wanted to get up there and chew him out RIGHT NOW, but someone beat her to it. Mentally, she cheered Xela on, but couldn't fight the urge to add her own comment. "Well, you're definitely acting like a brainless wherry now, so I guess that means you get to stay with the rest of us." She snapped. Then, she quieted down, and leaned forward on her desk, back hunched and chin on her arms. The look on her face was a displeased and confused one. She really didn't get it! How did he become a Candidate?! And she had to share the same general vicinity with him... ugh. And Tier just found it fairly amusing. Girls will be girls. Catty things. Really, though, everyone just needed to talk this with a dose of calm. There was no need to get riled up, in his opinion. There was only a need to take it in, heed S'rial's words, and remember their manners for the future. That was all.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Nia on Jul 2, 2010 11:50:28 GMT -5
Belphegor was wandering aimlessly, doing her thing, accidently running into things and generally knocking things over in her absent-minded way. Today was kind of fun, wasn't it? Belphe wasn't entirely sure. She hadn't really done anything.... She had picked up odd little things, though. The Weyrwoman was angry? Something about eggs. But why would she be angry about eggs? Eggs were pretty and important and her lifemate was going to come out of one of them. That was what she'd always thought, at least. But she didn't quite understand why everyone was kind of freaking out... was it that big of a deal? Belphe was rather glad that she was distanced, a bit....
The call for Candidates caught her offguard, but Belphe didn't panic. She wasn't a panicky type. More innocent and dreamy, really. So she walked towards the classroom in an almost daze, wondering why everyone was still so mad. Was it that hard to get along...? Did they really have a big problem? Was the Gold mother really that upset with them? But she hadn't done anything... still, was it important for her to learn manners? Belphe thought she knew her manners. Sure, sometimes she didn't think to use them, but she did know them....
She sat down quietly, not really knowing anyone there yet, and watched as the others sat around her. The Candidate Master said some things, and Belphe already knew that was why they were here... but was it really necessary? She supposed it was... Belphe didn't want to get eaten! Her eyes widdened at the thought, and she listened intently, her hands folded across her desk and her back straight, perfectly attentive. Pay attention. Right. Belphe could do that, see! She was paying attention!
A boy talked next. Belphe tilted her head to the side at him, resisting the urge to bombard him with all sorts of stupid questions. The real only reason she didn't was because there were already a bunch of other people doing the same thing! Except not questions, they sounded like they were yelling at him. They were girls. Girls were yelling at him. Was he bad with girls? Belphe wanted to ask him, but she had enough common sense not to. They were probably just angry because he'd called them brainless wherries. But if they didn't have a brain, they wouldn't be able to function...? Belphe didn't understand.
But the girl who sat next to her looked sad. She'd said something, then put her head down! "I don't think we're brainless wherries," she said cheerfully to Samael, smiling in her sort of distant way, "You shouldn't look so sad! There are eggs on the Sands!" and of course, poor oblivious Belphe still failed to realize that the eggs were the reason why everyone was yelling at each other. [/size] |
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Post by Kila on Jul 3, 2010 17:49:33 GMT -5
Rosasharn leapt in surprise when a voice that was not her own echoed in her head. Only a few times before had she had that sensation- one of someone else‘s mind brushing against her own. This voice, however, was stern and boded trouble. Lady Belle sensed it to and nuzzled her bonded’s cheek supportively. ”Well goodness me, Ah wonda who that could be?” she mused, reaching up a hand to stroke the firelizard appreciatively.
Run. Late comers will not be tolerated. No excuses. the voice boomed.
Rosasharn scrambled to action, gathering her skirts and her wits and hurrying down to the lower caverns. Fortunately she had some idea where she was going and where the classrooms were. Her wanderings, like so many of the candidates’, had paid off. The sight of Duareth brooding over the entrance was intimidating and Rosasharn slunk around him, the feeling that she had done something wrong despite the fact that she hadn’t growing the farther she went.
Finally reaching the room, she settled into a seat and peered at all the other candidates around her. So these were all her comrades. How exciting! She didn’t think she had ever seen them all together before. She had seen them around and spoken to one or two of them before (she beamed and gave an enthusiastic wave to Reki when she saw him) but the majority she had no t spoken to. Despite the strange gravity of the situation she filled herself to the brim with excitement until she could hardly keep from bouncing around. She just wanted to go around and give everyone the biggest friendliest hello!
The beginning of S’rail’s speech provided a calming effect to her rising hospitable mania. She gave him her respectful curiosity and listened. Ohhhhhh, so this is tha candidate master! She recalled being told who was in charge of her and the others, but she had not seen him before. It was a shame they had not met on better circumstances, for the BrownRider had very little nice to say to them. Rosasharn failed to stifle an obnoxious gasp when he finally revealed the reason for their meeting. ”Far’nath awlmighty, Ah can’t buhlieve anyone would go onto those Sands without bein’ prop’rly invited!” she exclaimed quietly, half to herself and half to Lady Belle, her accent growing stronger unconciously. The little Pink bobbed her head in agreement. How rude! Rosasharn was so preoccupied with the breach of etiquette that had occurred she hardly heard or comprehended the ramifications of the actual danger the candidates had put themselves in. Fortunately, she tuned back in for the end of his speech, catching his warning about the Queens and the Hatching. Bow? Of course she would bow; it was only proper. Be on time? What other time would she be other than early?
Rosasharn had no questions, but she waited patiently, her hands folded peacefully in her lap, to hear any other questions and go. She was in no way prepared for what came next. Her first reaction to Felix’s comment was indignation and disgust. What a tactless young man! Yet so familiar. As she began to recognize the voice she panicked. Turning over her shoulder, she got a clear view of the boy that had just spoke and nearly passed out of the spot. Snapping back into place she began to fan herself as discreetly as possible. Was is possible? HOW COULD HE BE HERE. Recognizing Felix as well, Lady Belle let out a low his and glowered in his direction. She has never liked this boy who tormented Hers. Now Hers was about to pass out in the middle of a meeting!
It was only Loto’s distress that snapped Rosasharn out of her own. Hearing the girl near her whimper and apologize quietly. The panic left her throat and her heart swelled with pity and maternal kindness. Scooting over until she was close to her, Rosasharn reached out and grabbed the other girl’s hand. ”It’s awlrgiht, darlin’, it was an accident,” she said soothingly, trying to block out the fact that her past was standing behind her being an ass.
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Post by arratra on Jul 3, 2010 18:17:32 GMT -5
"Shards," Matren hissed to himself, "The call could not have come at a worse time!"
Indeed, the call had interrupted him while he had been sweeping out his section of the barracks. Even worse, he had taken off at a run, and probably left the broom where someone would trip on it. Add to that, his body was not built for running like this; when he arrived, he was completely out of breath, and had to grip his knees to prevent himself from falling over as he gasped for breath.
When S'rial started lecturing them, he grimaced. He was one of the candidates smart enough not to gatecrash the clutchings, although he had been intrigued by the event.
His mood was not helped, either, by the sudden appearance of a particular blue fire-lizard, who hovered in place, seeming confused to have popped up during the middle of a lesson.
"Oh no," he grumbled; Margras was not going to help matters here. His antics might be amusing in a different context, but his tendency for obliviousness, and a fetish for glows, made him a real menace during lessons.
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Post by hatori3070 on Jul 3, 2010 19:29:28 GMT -5
His shirt rolled up past his elbows, Belor was on hands and knees in the dining hall with a scrub brush in one hand when he heard an unfamiliar voice invade his thoughts. Zelen trilled happily when Belor plopped the brush back into its bucket of water and got up. She was tired of sitting around while Hers did things he didn't like to do, and lessons were things that he actually did kind of enjoy, if only because they gave him the knowledge he needed to rise above the rest. This fact escaped his cheerful green flitt, but even if it hadn't, she wouldn't have cared.
After raising his arms up over his head for a good stretch, he dropped his bucket off in the kitchens and made his way to the classroom. He doubted he actually going there for a real lesson though. After what had happened on the sands, he was probably on his way to attend a lecture that had absolutely nothing to do with him. The only reason he was actually going was to escape the manual labor he was forced to do as a candidate. He wasn't one of the first to arrive, but neither was he among the last, which he was perfectly happy with in this case. Zelen sat perched on his shoulder and watched everything with keen interest as Belor chose a seat and proceeded to not pay any attention to the lecture whatsoever. He looked at their new instructor the whole time, but he was completely checked out upstairs.
Until Felix spoke up about wanting to leave. Belor thought he should have worded it better, but the basic concept behind what he was saying made perfect sense. Now that Felix had opened his big mouth, he wasn't about to back him up, but neither would he talk down to him. Either course of action would lump him with a bad crowd in someone's eyes and with an important hatching not far off, that was something he couldn't afford to do. So he kept his opinions to himself and waited for the bickering to either continue, or for S'rial to end it. From what he'd seen of the man, Belor guessed he wouldn't allow it to go on for much longer.
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Post by mangonumnum on Jul 5, 2010 23:18:24 GMT -5
Cheko had managed to avoid doing his chores today. Why should he? They were sooooo boring. Instead, he decided he would play with Polo in the Weyr Bowl. The two were playing tag, avoiding the lake at all costs. They weren’t that desperate for attention. Besides, their odd game was enough to attract attention.
Well, it at least looked odd. Laughing, Cheko would run in a direction, and suddenly stop with a laugh and turn. This, of course, was when he had been tagged. Then he would run and run, with arms outstretched, maybe making sudden turns or jumping in the air. After all, Polo could fly and between. No one had really bothered him, though. Probably most had heard about the boy and his imaginary fire lizard. Or maybe they had just thought he was crazy. Who cared, though? It didn’t garner him any attention. He was beginning to feel antsy. He hadn’t pulled a prank on anyone in awhile.
But tag would have to do for now. Until he thought of a good one. The pair went all through the Bowl, dashing into the Kitchens and Lower Caverns. They tactfully avoided, of course, the lake. But also the Hatching Sands. The boy seemed to have a natural aversion to them that had nothing to do with the fact that there was an angry Queen on there. Soon to be two. They had been about to run out of the Lower Caverns when the call came.
The Candidates were being called to the classroom. That meant… Cheko managed to duck around the corner before S’rial came into the Lower Caverns. Cheko didn’t really want to be spotted by the Candidate Master. Mostly because he didn’t really want to go to class. The boy pondered for a bit. If he tried to go through the door he just came in, the brown would certainly see him. He was probably already in trouble for pouring wine on Yithel. Maybe that’s what this was about! Maybe he was getting in trouble in front of everyone!
That thought alone sent him flying into the classroom and to a seat up front. As soon as he came in and saw S’rial, he frowned. What was he doing? He really needed to stir up something or else he really was going to go crazy. Running into a classroom? Unheard of! He sighed, though. There was no escaping. He got to be one of the first in and was now definitely seen. Bored already, he nudged Polo onto his lap and started playing with the brown’s tail. The brown nipped at the boy playfully.
This act alone kept Cheko amused during the lesson/apology/whatever you would call it, his eternal grin still plastered on his face. Even when he heard what it was about. Someone was in trouble, but not him. Boo. Why hadn’t he heard about this plot? Probably because he didn’t really have friends. Besides, it was on the Sands. Just thinking about them gave him a weird wary feeling that he couldn’t explain.
Soon, the Candidate Master asked if they had any question. Cheko was beat at a smart remark by someone who had come in late. This was followed by a goody-two-shoes remark that made Cheko want to barf. He glanced over and studied the girl. Target acquired he thought. He just had to. That remark was horribly sickening. A quick look easily told him she was probably a Weaver. She was knitting something after all. That was easy enough to mess with. His plan was quickly formed and set in motion as someone stood and apologized for whatever S’rial was talking about.
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jul 6, 2010 0:36:34 GMT -5
Myra watched as Loto whimpered, and she dearly wished she could have said something to her. They'd met not too long ago...and she really was a sweet girl. How could she think this was her fault? Holding back a sigh, Myra's thoughts changed when she saw her friend being comforted by others. It was good to know that others were being nice to Loto. Myra always wondered if people took advantage of her. Oh, if they had...she'd beat the crap outta them!
Well now, after settling back down, she noticed someone familiar sitting not too far away from her...ahh, it was the boy she'd taken back to the barracks after the wine incident! "Checkoooooo!" she hissed, hoping no one (especially S'rial) had heard her. He wasn't that far off, but it seemed that he was fixated upon another girl in the class...hopefully he would hear her though. Besides, it wasn't as if the Candidatemaster was talking then anyway...What would a little talk hurt?
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Katheryne was so nervous. So nervous, in fact, that she was shaking horridly. Of course she'd brought Char with her...but they'd made a promise that he wouldn't make any noise or distractions during the lesson. With that out of the way, she'd entered quietly as S'rial was speaking, and she sat as far away from everyone else as possible. It was there that she watched the scene play out, with Char hidden from view in the girl's hair. Even though flitters probably weren't allowed...she would have felt even more scared without him there. Kat really hoped the Candidatemaster wouldn't mind...
So there she sat, and watched, wondering what would happen next. And she pleaded to some entity above that she nor Char would be brought into any of it.
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Post by arratra on Jul 6, 2010 1:59:57 GMT -5
"None here," Matren said with a sigh, as Margras settled down on someone or another's desk.
"Wingrider A'tra of black Avartiath had the foresight to teach me some manners," he continued, "He does, after all, have more than two years of experience in that field."
Margras suddenly snatched up a pen from the desk and went zooming around the room, clutching it in his talons.
"Margras!" Matren exclaimed, trying to snatch the pen from Margras on his way past. His attempt failed.
"Put that back!" he ordered the lizard. Of course, Margras did nothing of the sort, and continued zooming around the room. Occasionally, a drop of ink from the pen, which had been in an inkwell, fell from it and landed on the floor, on a desk, or in someone's hair. A'tra was the only one able to actually control him. But Margras, on his way past, had seen that the said Wingrider was busy with drills, and had no time available to deal with his errant fire-lizard.
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Post by mangonumnum on Jul 6, 2010 22:17:35 GMT -5
Cheko blinked out of his scheming mode and looked up and around as his name was hissed from somewhere nearby. Wow, S'rial was quickly losing control on this class. He soon fond the source of the whispered name. It was Myra! A grin stretched across his face and he waved at her.
He then lifted his palm up in the air and pointed at the air above it. Obviously, Polo was saying hi too. Hopefully, the girl would understand that. They had only met once, though, he guessed. He mused on that day. It had been fun. He had gotten drunk and spilled wine all over this horrible girl who reminded him of his mother.
Hey, where was Yithel? He looked around, but didn't see her. Well, boo. That took some fun out of things. It was kinda fun occasionally having an enemy. Well, for the moment, there was always that knitting girl. Luckily, he had missed the 'Good Job' Myra had given her. Or else his new friend might have also been getting a surprise. He didn't spare friends. No one was safe from his pranks.
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Post by lesa on Jul 7, 2010 16:57:48 GMT -5
Medusa sighed softly at Felix's outburst. Now they would just be here longer. She'd been having, well, having fun! Backbreaking painful fun, but fun! Of course, Medusa was likely the only Candidate to enjoy hauling firestone. Sure, it hurt and was hard and everything - but for her, it was a novelty, still. Hadn't really been allowed to carry anything too heavy, and she could tell it was making her stronger. Stronger was good.
Stronger meant that Agrius might not have been able to a - she cut that thought of quickly, as she did with all thoughts of her deceased husband. She was better than she had been, but still, being here surrounded by so many blond males, it wasn't good to think of him. Also meant she wasn't paying attention to the lesson. Not that it had been much of a lesson - or would have been much of a lesson, if Felix had kept his mouth shut. Medusa had known better: or rather, she hadn't known better. But she had known that she should at least finish what she had been assigned to do first.
Sure, her back ached now and her scar itched irritably, unused to the lifting movements she had used today. The young woman ignored all that - in part because of her annoyance at Felix, in part because the ache was nothing compared to the pain she had gotten used to when Papa hit her: and it was nothing to the unsoothable pain that developed inside after a night with Agrius. There he was, again. Dark eyes blinked rapidly, banishing images of her blond husband - rapist, C'fael now wanted her to call him, since that was what he had done, married to her or no - banishing images of her husband (for she still couldn't call him a rapist, for all he had done. yes, Agrius had been awful to her, but he hadn't fully wanted to be, not all the time: there were times he had been quite nice, never truly gentle, but nice).
Xela's outburst brought her out of her thoughts again - a good thing, considering the status of her head. Still, Medusa's lips twitched at the girl's comments - and the others following. Sounded like Felix was getting his deserved what-for, without her having to comment on it.
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Lesa resisted the urge to bang her head on her desk. Felix officially was an idiot. An even worse idiot than Dramix - and that was saying something, because Dramix was a sharding pillock of a bully! They could've all left and that would be the end of it, or maybe had an actual lesson and learned something new. But no! He had to go and open his mouth and speak! Augh! Briefly she contemplated throwing something at him or adding to the now multitude of voices denouncing him. Throwing something at him wouldn't work - would just get him angry at her and set her up for retaliation. And everything that could be said to him had pretty much already been said, except for everyone to shut up so that S'rial could get on with the lesson.
The Harper knew better than to take it on herself to shut everyone up - or intellectually she did. Seemed her mouth was moving faster than her brain, as she listened to herself in horror, crisp-commanding words flowing out. "Everyone, please be quiet so we can continue!" Now, she realized two things. One, no one was likely going to listen to her. Two, she'd probably just set herself up for near everyone completely disliking her. Except perhaps Tieler. But even then, Tieler did have that thing against authority... and right now Lesa was acting as authority... oh shardit. Again she resisted the urge to do something that would show how she felt - no burying her head in her hands now. No, instead she stayed staring at S'rial, hands loosely playing over the quiet Segenam coiled in her lap.
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Post by kia on Jul 8, 2010 0:26:38 GMT -5
Kela looked down at the young girl who had leaned over and asked her to take her chores. The girl did have a point in her being a little smaller than most of the Candidates, but they all had chores they needed to do. Kela leaned over to answer Xela. "You do not have to give me anything. But how about this instead?: When I am not helping the Headwoman with chores, I can come help you with your firestone duties. That way there is not a chance of you getting into trouble and I can also help you with your loads," she replied. She was not going to do the entire thing for Xela, but she would be willing enough to help Xela so she would not have to carry heavier loads than normal. Kela thought that was a fair thing to do. After all, people need help somewhere and this was something she could do to help this one help.
There were more cries of outburst at Felix`s comment. It was perhaps true that they would have gotten out sooner and easier if people had just nodded their heads, said they understood, and gone back to their daily lives. But things were never that simple. There would always be someone out there who does not understand or pushes things to the limit. Xela had a point. Other were making points. But it was starting to sound a bit chaotic now with people shouting at Felix. She knew that nothing was going to end right and people were going to be happy. And her mind was starting to realize that the more time that was spent here, the more that gentleman had to spend watching the kids that were actually under her care. Faranth, she was going to owe the man. And she would pay him back the best she could when she got the chance.
She sighed for a second as she tried to let words come to her. She then stood up and cleared her throat. "I think we should settle down and listen to S`rial. I have seen plenty of people get mauled on Hatching days because of disrespect or someone not listening or paying attention to the WeyrlingMaster when he talks about how to pay respects to Queens and Clutching mothers," she said, talking partly on experience. "I am sure if we just listen to what S`rial says, take it in mind and remember it, and just try to do out best in the futures to not make any mistakes, then things will be fine. I, for one, think that is best. S`rial IS our WeyrlingMaster, and Weyrwoman Farja would not have put him in charge if she did not think he was capable of such a position. So we should be willing enough to listen to his words and at least take them in account," she said.
She sat back down, a little red in the cheeks and feeling slightly embarrassed for standing up in front of people to say such words, but she thought that such words needed to be said. Maybe someone would listen to what she said. She was not trying to point the finger at Felix, but everyone already was already mentally pointing fingers at him and making it his fault. She knew Felix would not like her after what she said, but she did not know the young man enough to think him not liking her was a huge deal. She was trying to just go in strides at the moment. That and she was getting slightly concerned about her job. She was beginning to feel really bad and irresponsible for leaving the children for so long in the care of someone else when it was HER job to watch them.
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Post by Zane on Jul 8, 2010 11:26:31 GMT -5
As usual Tieler was making herself known as little more than a careless person. She had heard that all of the Candidate’s were to report for a lesson, but to her that extra ten minutes in bed meant far more. She could feel one of the Weyr’s more flighty Green’s irritations. Why did they always feel that just because she could hear them, they had to intrude? It was such a violation of her privacy rights!
~Were you not called? That means to go, now.~ This final push of the ‘pesky’ Green caused her to rise.
“Fine!” Tieler shouted aloud, swinging down off of the top bunk. She trudged to the bathing room after dragging some of her usual attire out of her chest of personal belongings.
Once at the bathing pool she gave herself a good scrub before hopping out, getting dressed while her body was still wet, and making her way to the Candidate lesson with dripping wet hair.
Standing amongst the large group of Candidate’s, she shook her head back and forth, sending drops of water flying every which way. People were asking questions, and who was clearly the Candidate Master-at the head of the group-was instructing them and answering as best he could. He was the only Candidate Master now, wasn’t he? Yes, she recalled Lesa mentioning the death of the prior Candidate Master. He must’ve been the assistant? She wasn’t sure, and it didn’t really matter to her all that much so she stopped wondering.
She scanned the many heads of hair for Lesa’s blond one. By the time she spotted her roomie, she was yelling out a commanding order to all. Tieler smirked. ’Girls in charge,’ she thought, knowing how to take everything in a sexual manner. She pushed through the crowd of Candidate’s quite rudely until she was standing next to Lesa. Further-off she’d heard one of the Candidate’s acting like quite a literal retard (Felix.) Likely this was why Lesa was so worked-up?
”Fine morning when someone’s hollering at the top of their lungs,” she teased, nudging the girl in the side with her elbow. She winked at her as to say that she was only playing around. No need for Lesa to get doubly worked-up.
She secretly looked about for Rayna and Xela. She’d really made a horrid impression on those two youngsters, she was quite sure. A part of her was glad that Lesa had been from the Harper Hall as well. It meant that she knew her from Master Yendev’s point of view. And he had really been like more of a father to Tieler; something she admitted to no one. Mostly everything Tieler thought or felt was kept secret, unless she was in the mood to be obnoxious. Somehow this morning she’d left the obnoxiousness behind in her bed, standing as quietly as was possible for her, beside Lesa.
Eclipse appeared in the air with a burst of cold air, having been sleeping at the foot of her bed this morning. The flitt rarely left her side, the two were inseparable. Or more accurately: He couldn’t separate himself from her. Tieler was very good at separating herself form everyone and everything, throwing away all suspected attachment’s in the process. It was one of her many defence mechanisms. No one had really bothered to try and break down any of her rock solid walls.
The black flitt stationed itself on top of her head, and she scoffed, shooing it away, but it merely ducked and kept itself as close to her skull as possible. She rolled her eyes and pointed upwards at the flitt, saying to Lesa: ”I knew these things would be nuisances.” Eclipse creeled, seeming to understand the girl’s tone and positioned finger clearly enough to be upset by it.
”Shush you! Quiet!” Tieler hissed.
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Post by lesa on Jul 8, 2010 22:17:26 GMT -5
Lesa sighed, unhappy at her lack of personal restraint. She glared up over her spectacles at Tieler, breath expelled in a rush rather than a planned sigh at Tieler's elbow to her side. The elbow warranted a jab in return, index and middle finger poking at the redhead's side, before stepping slightly over to allow more room for the other girl. "That," she muttered after, "wasn't at the top of my lungs. I can easily get a lot louder."
Lesa thought about it, then decided to go for it, "Sorry I didn't wake you up... I was up early because someone decided he wanted breakfast before the sun rose," she pointed to her other side, where Halbert slumbered, sprawled as only a feline could be against the wall. Wherries. Wherries and Catnip and Meat. And Wherries... mmmm, Wherries. No need to even try to catch them, She just served him Wherries. Yum. Meat. Yum. Wherries. Yum. Catnip. Whee!
Though she hadn't admitted it, Lesa was bound and determined to break down at least one of Tieler's walls. She could probably do it too - persistence and having the redhead-beloved Halbert helped tremendously, she was sure. It would happen. Somehow. She would make sure it happened. The other girl needed friends - even if she would never admit to such a thing. She did. She really did - or Lesa thought so, and Lesa wanted to be her friend. So Tieler needed friends, because Lesa was going to be one. Easy as that.
The rush of cold caused a shiver down her spine - ah, Eclipse. The blonde chuckled low at the black's steady attempts to remain on his mistress' head. Stubborn, that one. Segenam peeped a greeting from around her neck, perking up slightly at the sudden sight of Eclipse. Dude!
"Eh, they're not that bad. Could be worse, he doesn't attack you, just remains with you. And you could always get him to stay around your neck, like Sege. Hurts less that way," she suggested, grinning at Tieler's annoyance. Easy to rile her. Had to be a redhead thing - it had always been known, and well, Reds proved it to be true. So yeah. Redhead thing.[/size]
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Post by Admin on Jul 9, 2010 1:46:22 GMT -5
Suspicion torments my heart,
Suspicion keeps us apart,
Suspicion why torture me.
Every time you call me.
Sonia sat in the corner, listening, utterly silent and unobtrusive. She could feel the flow the room, the flow of the conversation. She was watching, eyes gliding secretively over all of the others that filled the space around her. None of it mattered to her. She wasn't going anywhere near the eggs until hatching day. If all the others got eaten by angry clutchmothers, it wouldn't kill her. Though such a consideration was a tad morbid and depressing, she couldn't help but stick firmly by it, keeping her silence. While she did know some of the others in the room, their antics were only things to be watched in her mind, not the sort of thing she needed to bother judging. Some of them were idiots. Some of them were innocents. None of them were showing any signs of being threatening to her at that time. They were all too distracted by their petty squabbling.
The petite candidate's fair was not in attendance. Zola was tucked in against her neck, as was usual, but the others had been told to stay firmly where they. When it was important, she knew how to make them listen and she did not want them showing up in the middle of a candidate lesson. Some of the others were certainly not having as much luck with their pets and most of them only had one. Tieler couldn't get her new black to shut up. However, Sonia avoided looking at the other girl, not wanting to gather anyone's attention. In the back of her mind, she could hear her gallivanting six, busy amusing themselves out in the late autumn sun. She felt peaceful, sitting there amongst the chaos. How easy it was to forget. If only that feeling lasted. Her eyes, wary despite the calm had come over, continued to flicker over the room behind her hair.
After a while, Sonia began to quietly fidget. Though the situation around her was not detrimental to her, she had chores to which she needed to attend and she didn't like being cooped up for too long. It didn't seem like S'rial was going to punish them, but she didn't like the feeling of the lecture. It was angry. She wanted to go. Run. The same instinct as always, playing in her mind. Her foot gave a twitch, though she quickly quieted it, doing her best to stay as still as possible. She had no questions and the lecture had left her more anxious than she would admit, her feelings kept carefully in order. Zola crooned softly to her, trying to be soothing, but Sonia quickly shushed her, continuing to fidget. Brushing a bit of her hair out of her face, she peered about again from under her brow, the line of her jaw just visible. Any new faces? Anyone looking at her?
I beg you wait a little longer,
Wait until I drive all these,
Foolish fears out of my mind,
How I hope and pray.
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