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Post by junomoule on Jun 13, 2010 0:40:24 GMT -5
There was always something going on in a Weyr, and the normal roar of chaos seemed to have dulled to a pitiful mew. The clutter and seemingly endless chatter of voices was strangely absent, a stark contrast to the constant hum of noise that Loto was so accustomed to.
Dalibor was an island, she knew that- it was a small place, and that implied a sense of community. She'd thought it was supposed to be like a small hold, or cliques in a craft hall; tight-knight, and bursting with energy. It was this very concept that made the silence so alien, the potential wyerling's delicate and deliberate steps echoing ominously through the dining hall. Light-footed and swift though they were, the rushing tap gave the pressing silence a sense of urgency.
Maybe she couldn't outrun quiet, but she wasn't afraid to try!
Still... did she have to be so happy about it? The answer was a rather apparent yes with her arms spread out at her sides as her steps increased. Her palms were flat and her fingers together, and step by step a grin was finding it's way onto her mouth as cut around the edge of one of the dining tables, picking up a dirtied looking cloth that had been left behind as she had, tossing it freely over her shoulder before spreading her arms again.
Was she pretending to be a dragon? She looked like an idiot, but it also looked as though she was having quite a good time. A mindless and rather vacant looking smile had taken over face, pulling the edges of her lips up into a satisfied curl with a glaze to her eyes that suggested nothing short of daydreaming- or a light not being totally on upstairs.
It'd be real easy to think it was more the second than the first as she stumbled rather artfully over herself and rather fantastically into the side of a table. The small squeak of alarm was an odd foil to the more alarming crack that sounded when her body met the jagged edge. Somewhere between one moment and the next, she was laying half-way over the table with the dirty cloth around her shoulders sitting sadly over her back like some pitiful looking superhero.
A long and surprisingly human sigh was all that followed, her hands blindly reaching up to pull the dirtied cloth over her face. With her arms splayed out over the table, she looked more lifeless than she really deserved to, and the silence again encroached on the room.
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Post by Reky on Jun 13, 2010 11:10:22 GMT -5
Samael was taking the brand-new direction in her life rather well. She'd walked into Crescent Hold with her grandparents ready for the unknown. She'd been fed up with being a useless, going-nowhere sort of girl. The change in scenery was supposed to be her inspiration to pick a profession. She was far too undedicated. There were lots of things she loved. Taking care of children and making jewelery were the two main ones, but neither amounted to something she wanted to do forever. Then, a miracle fell into her lap in the form of a pink Searchdragon, who told her she was a Candidate. It was as good a career path as any. A dragonrider's path! She had no idea how good she'd be at it, or anything like that, but she was rolling with it. It had been a pleasant surprise. She was neither confident nor doubting about the whole candidate business. No use in getting set on what she'd think would happen.
So here she was, in Dalibor.
She didn't like to admit it, but she was lost. She had spent her entire life at Southern Boll Hold. She knew that place like the back of her hand. She had just begun to get an idea of how Crescent Hold was laid out when she had been Searched, and now she was here, brand spanking new and confused as hell. All of the tunnels looked the same. For the first while, she was insistent on finding the Candidate Barracks on her own, and now she wasn't sure that was the best idea. She figured she at least try one more room, though, before she gave up and asked for help.
Readjusting the rucksack on her back, Samael pushed through the doors, and promptly found herself in the dining hall, deducted from all the tables lined up in rows. She hadn't been expecting this to be her destination, but she was still frustrated. Her upset voice itself as a snappish, "Shard it!" accompanied by a heavy, forced sigh.
Then, she noticed the person on the table. Her stomach dropped. Was that why it was so empty in here? A dead person? No, no. They couldn't be dead. Someone would have moved them.
"Hello?" she called out, her voice definitely noticeable in the silence. [/blockquote]
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Post by junomoule on Jun 13, 2010 19:35:30 GMT -5
The first, angry burst of words earned no real response beyond the faint twitch of a fingertip- faint enough, in fact, to be entirely inconsequential. She might as well have been the carcass that Samael was prone to thinking of her as- the rise and fall of her breath was a sturdy reassurance that she was alive, although that didn't make witnessing her flopped lazily halfway over the table any more pleasant.
It was a garbled set of sounds that passed for a mumble that came from under the cloth- a stir of life could be seen in the way her fingers curled in to her palms before flexing back out again, not unlike a cat's claws scraping the carpet as it awakened. "... Mnnr." Was the very non-committal, muffled reply from underneath the dirtied cloth. It was with remarkable ease that her arms seemed to go limp again, as though the life had simply been sucked out of her.
To think that she'd been accusing other candidates of being zombies earlier was slightly laughable when she was acting so much like one herself.
One could almost hear her opening one eye from underneath the veil she'd put over her head, an impression that was only furthered with a slight tilt of her head from underneath the veil. It was Samael's greeting that caused her hands to move up, pulling the textile that had clearly seen better days away from her face.
She stared out at Samael with a sleepy, vacant acceptance; it didn't take long for the milk-like glaze of her brown eyes to melt away, however. It was a sheepish but very genuine grin that curled the edges of her tan lips, the kind of grin that met a warm twinkle in her eye.
"Howdy-hey, yourself." Her voice had a sleepy drawl to it, raising one hand to use as a prop for her head. "Were you looking for a place to nap, maybe?" Her eyebrows raised slightly at this question, not bothering to correct her posture- like it was totally normal to find someone keeled halfway over a table. "The tables are reeaally comfortable here."
She patted the tabletop with her other hand to prove a point, and to give an invitation towards the girl who was standing there in the doorway.
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Post by Reky on Jun 13, 2010 22:45:01 GMT -5
At first, she was a little worried about the young woman there. Was she sick? She definitely didn't seem very lively, or... 'home,' if you caught the drift. The lights were off, even, in her figurative mind-house, and someone had forgot to sweep out the cobwebs. Samael's mouth opened, about to ask if the girl was doing alright, when she smiled. Sam's chest let go of a relieved sigh. She wouldn't have liked to have a less-than-okay girl on her hands because, somehow, she'd have to get help without leaving her. Something about morals.
The greeting she got in return wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting. Then again, she hadn't been expecting a greeting at all, so this was definitely a step up. There was something she picked up from it, though, what with all the talk of comfortable tables: the girl was a strange creature.
"Ah, no, wasn't looking for a nap," Samael said. She returned Loto's smile, though, and took the invitation to come over. She had nowhere to be in any timely manner. She could spare a few minutes to converse with an oddball. Something that her grandmother had said before she'd been off to Dalibor came to mind. 'Everything happens for a reason.' Samael's life motto definitely applied here - just roll with it. "I was looking for the Candidate Barracks, actually, but... Faranth. I don't know how the tunnels in this place work at all."
She took her own sweet time walking all the way to Loto's table, her footsteps loud and clear in the empty dining hall. There was a faint murmur from the kitchens, of a few people working, but other than that it was silent. She got up and sat on the table beside the other girl. She shifted a little, testing out the proclaimed comfort.
"Are you sure? These tables are a little... rough and pointy if you ask me," Sam said, sounding quite unsure of Loto's idea of them being 'reeaally comfortable.' "Better than the floor, I guess. Less cold." She gave a quick little shrug and a 'hm.' Then, she looked down at the odd little creature beside her. "I'm Samael, by the way. Or Sam. Whatever." [/blockquote]
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Post by junomoule on Jun 13, 2010 23:16:12 GMT -5
There were moments you could almost transparently see what Loto was thinking.
The relieved part of the relieved sigh didn't seem to occur to Loto, nor did anything else that might have hinted that anything might be out of place. Of course there was one thing that seemed very out of place to the long-haired candidate, and that was the fact that Samael wasn't interested in a nap. Her welcoming grin didn't fade or falter so much as fluidly change into a very different sort of expression.
A look of very mild-mannered surprise took over the comfortable and airy grin that had been on Loto's face, her mouth pulled into an absent but curious o-shape as she kept her head tilted slightly to the side. If she hasn't been looking for a nap, why wasn't she looking for a nap? Mid day was the perfect time for a nap, and the temperature of the dining hall was pleasant enou-
Oh, the barracks!
A look of understanding came to her when Samael mentioned the barracks. "Ta." It was a musing sound, one that implied agreement. "The halls are kinda spooky, sometimes. They're so big!" It was a casual comment, one that made sense- it was the part that followed that made a little bit less sense. "One time I found a zombie in the barracks. That was scary." It was the fact she said it so mildly, so casually, that made it scary.
When the other girl decided to approach her, that easy and mild curve of her lips came back for another debut. "Sleeping on the floor is okay if you want to be a doormat." It might have sounded philosophical if it weren't so casual, and the deep chocolate-brown of Loto's eyes hadn't seemed to be laughing at some private joke.
"Samael. Sam. Pretty." Echoing Sam's words until the last one, a word that caused Loto's pleasant expression to flourish into a very satisfied-looking beam. The subject of the tables not actually being that comfortable didn't seem to deter her much. Keeping her head propped up on one hand, she used her free hand to extend it to Sam. "Loto. What is your favorite food?"
There were moments that there was absolutely no way to tell what Loto was thinking.
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Post by Reky on Jun 14, 2010 21:07:51 GMT -5
This girl just continued to amuse. Samael was becoming more and more convinced that there were a few too many cobwebs in her attic, but she didn't really mind. It wasn't like the girl seemed stupid. She just had some... different sorts of things going on in her head. In any case, it wasn't hurting anyone, and it definitely was proving fun to hang around with her. Samael's smile was quite wide, but it wasn't really so - her mouth just made smile a tad exaggerated. It was just a highly amused grin, is all.
"A zombie? Really now," Sam commented, sticking her hands behind her so she could lean back without falling. "That must have been an adventure." She gave a good-natured laugh. Really, it was ridiculous, the thought of a zombie, but mainly it was the way Loto had said it that was funny. Someone just saying that so casually wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence.
"Well," Samael continued on, "You're not really a doormat if you find a place to lay down where nobody walks. Right? More like an out-of-the way decorative rug." She was beginning to feel ridiculous herself, playing along with Loto. She hoped the girl wouldn't think she was doing it to mock her, because she certainly wasn't. She was doing it for fun, yes, but not in a mean way at all. In fact, it was more of a way that was comfortable with the oddity of the creature beside her. "You know, Loto, I don't really know... I like lots of food. I guess herdbeast is real good, though. I do like my meat. What about you? What do you like?" [/blockquote]
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Post by junomoule on Jun 15, 2010 12:26:14 GMT -5
"Ah, yes!" She replied enthusiastically, nodding rather vigorously- lifting her head from her palms as she did so. Her brown eyes had widened slightly and her eyebrows had raised in a look of interest- finally somebody understood... such was the conclusion that Loto came to, anyway. "That zombie, y'know what? She kicked me. Yeah." Her hands dropped and her arms folded over each other on the table, her attention now rather raptly on the other Candidate.
"I didn't get eaten. Not once." There was pride in the edge of her voice, an easygoing brand of pride that made her voice drop to a purr. Her expression relaxed slightly, still discussing the whole zombie thing as though it were perfectly normal, no more enthusiastically than some other Candidates could be heard talking about what kind of dragon they wanted to Impress or thought they would Impress. She rested her head on her arms now, her warm brown eyes lingering on Samael.
Somehow, those eyes warmed even more- that private twinkle returning all over again, pulling together that easy smile that started in her eyes and bled into her voice. "Ta! That's true. I bet you'd be a super soft, super pretty rug, too. No one would want to step on you." It was said with an air of praise, and so it probably was. There was a loose admiration about the way that Loto regarded the other candidate, clearly taking this whole thing as very normal and enjoyable conversation.
"Invincible." She whispered as Samael gave her report on liking herdbeast best. There was a certain awe about Loto's reaction. "Even your diet sounds strong..." Trailing off into a thoughtful and brief contemplative silence, it didn't take long for her words to come back around again. "Bet we can find some in the kitchen!" Her eyes brightened up at this idea, her entire face lighting up like a display of Christmas lights.
"I like anything tasty, but it has to be tasty. Cooking is so much fun. Are you hungry, maybe?" Her curiosity was blatantly hopeful, easing back from her awkward slump over the table so that she was sitting at a place on the table like a normal person. She was offset only by the energy that seemed to be vibrating off of her as she wiggled in her seat, an almost puppy-like eagerness applying itself to her.
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Post by Reky on Jun 15, 2010 18:09:24 GMT -5
"It's probably good you didn't get eaten. It'd be hard to be sitting here talking if you'd been eaten, I think." Samael was taking this as a good omen, actually - this conversation with Loto. It was great fun. She couldn't think of a better way to make her first mark in the Weyr. Here she was, lost on her way to the barracks, having a very pleasant chat with an odd but very nice young lady. She liked Dalibor already! Plus, dragonrider men were bound to be gorgeous, but right now that wasn't her main concern.
"Really? Would I?" Samael grinned wide at the 'compliment.' Somehow, it had made her feel extremely warm and fuzzy inside. Perhaps it was something to do with being compared to a warm, fuzzy rug? Either way, the tone in Loto's voice had really gotten to her, and she liked the girl even more. She gave herself a mental pat on the back. Making friends already! "Well, you'd be a pretty rug, too. The kind with all the little designs on it, you know?" She gave a soft chuckle.
Admittedly, when Loto whispered "invincible," Samael found herself a little confused. She quirked an eyebrow, trying to think it out. She was ready to give up on it, though. The things in Loto's head didn't seem to come from any particular, logical place sometimes. When she continued to comment on her "strong diet," then it made a little more sense. The warm fuzzy feeling came back. It was another compliment? Was she coming off as a strong person to Loto? Samael smiled wider. She knew she was a confident person, but other than that... she was pretty unmotivated and had a tendency to be shallow. Hm.
"I'm always hungry," Sam whispered to Loto, like it was a deep and exciting secret. She hopped off the table. "To the kitchens, then?" She flashed a quirky, adventurous grin. [/blockquote]
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Post by junomoule on Jun 16, 2010 0:17:28 GMT -5
The simple, very straightforward logic of not being able to speak with Samael if she had been eaten by a zombie went right over her poor little head- at least that's what one would assume, based off that almost ever-present and semi-vacant smile of hers. Her head had again tilted slightly to the side.
"Mm, or I'd have to eat you." It was an interesting attempted turn down logic lane, and the idea of potential morbidity or awkwardness seemed as foreign to her as the concept of zombies being abnormal in everyday conversation. "I think I like talking to you better, though I'm sure you'd taste nice."
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Again, probably. Zombies were already part of the conversation, and what if cannibalism was next? Fortunately, that was a subject that Samael wouldn't much have to worry about. "Really-really. You would." It was with great conviction and assurance she'd nod towards Samael, cementing her words with a casual seriousness that was still somehow laughable in it's inherent warmth.
At Samael's comment of Loto being a pretty rug with decorations, the girl lifted herself up just a little bit more. She seemed to glow with this compliment, giving her a visible ego boost. "Aah, that's the first time someone has said that about me- thank you!" One would certainly hope it was the first time someone had said that about her. Clearly taking the comparison as a compliment, the pacific-looking girl had risen to an entirely normal seating position.
Her eyes grew wide and pleased at Sam's whisper, the grin spreading over her face like wildfire. The brief laugh that exploded from her was soft and genuine, blending slowly into her words. "Me too, me too!" She had risen to a standing pose in her enthusiasm, leaning forward so she was only a few inches from the other girl's face, and it was an innocently impish grin that was a precursor to her own whispered words. "I'm always hungry, too."
As though it were some great secret [which it clearly wasn't], Loto winked rather benignly at Samael. Pushing herself off and away from the table, she'd already begun tittering off towards the kitchens. A tiny skip in her step that made it a bit more rushed than normal, stealing a quick and distracted glance over her shoulder back at Samael before speeding it up just a fraction more.
It didn't seem very competitive, but it was an invitation to race- at least if that giggle she couldn't quite hide meant anything at all.
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Post by Reky on Jun 16, 2010 21:03:52 GMT -5
One more confused-amused smile, and Samael let the zombie topic pass. The conversation melded into one about rugs, then, which was just as fun to carry on. She wouldn't deny that she had this awful image of her and Loto as rugs with smiling faces, talking away. Samael was more of a fluffy northern herdbeast skin rug, and Loto was a woven one, probably made by an overachieving weaver's apprentice for their final project. It was all quite ridiculous. That was the charm of it, though.
"You're welcome!" Samael grinned. "People should say it more often, I think. You deserve the compliments." Though, she had a strange suspicion that Loto would go around asking other if she would make a good rug now. Sure, the oddity of it would probably fit in with the rest of the stuff the young woman said, but... still. Some people might not be as open to oddity as Sam was.
She was thrilled at Loto's enthusiasm. It was time for a kitchen adventure! She hadn't been outrightly hungry before, but all this talk of food was starting to get to her. She could feel a little bit of emptiness in her stomach, which was quietly whining for some sustenance. Perhaps it was a good thing that she'd ended up here, in the dining hall, instead of the candidate barracks like she'd planned. Hopefully she would be able to remember where this place was. It was a bit of an important room.
The giggle and obvious race invitation brought yet another grin to Samael's face, and she jogged after Loto. She wasn't putting much effort into it, but there was a bounce in her step. She grabbed at the straps of her backpack to prevent it from jumping around too much. Soon enough, they were at the doors to the kitchen, and Samael hesitantly pushed them open. She peeked in.
"Hello? Could we maybe sneak some snacks?" she asked, to no one in particular inside. [/blockquote]
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Post by junomoule on Jun 17, 2010 13:12:52 GMT -5
Conversations about zombies and rugs were soon left behind in favor of the more raw and entertaining prospect of a kitchen adventure! She was too distracted to rush, peeking over her shoulder with a lingering look of interest to make sure that the short-haired Candidate was following suit, and she was. Satisfied, she turned her attention back towards reaching the door. When she did, she benevolently reached a hand out to open it for Samael, but the girl had beaten her to it.
Sam was already meekly poking her head in, and Loto stood a few feet behind her with one arm outstretched as though frozen for a brief time.
Her hand groped at the air for a moment, a fleeting and nearly pouting expression finding it's way to her soft face. She wanted to act the part of a gentleman, dagnabbit! One of her shoulders arched in a half-shrug, bumping lightly into one side of the door to press it open more completely. "After you, m'dear!" Her words were airy and expansive, made more dramatic with the way she half-curtsied into the door, gesturing in towards the kitchen. If Sam were to glance her way, she'd catch Loto winking at her; nothing outlandish so much as playful.
It was a rather warm welcome to the kitchens, and Loto's body language did nothing if not assure how comfortable she was charging in to the kitchens. Her head turned to regard the drudges who were stuck cleaning, giving a very acknowledging nod towards the crew and those who may have acknowledged her back. "C'mon, c'mon, maybe we can- oooh..."
Loto's attention had settled on one of the nearby butcher-blocks, a series of ingredients catching her eye and bringing a twinkle out of them. "Wanna make meat rolls?" With an enthusiasm and hopeful tinge to her voice that was impossible to ignore, Loto eagerly turned her eyes back to Samael. "You can take some back to your room afterwords, promise!" She lifted one finger to her lips, as though to imply this were some kind of secret.
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Post by Reky on Jun 19, 2010 12:21:04 GMT -5
There was a little bit of hesitance there, when Loto suggested she go first. No one inside had said they could come in, unless she hadn't heard? Hm. Anyways, she did shuffle inside, peering about. There were a few people here and there, cleaning. If it weren't for Loto, Samael would have felt extremely out of place. The other young woman, though, was a fish in water, apparently, and that made Sam feel less of an intruder.
"Maybe we can what?" Sam blinked, and then with Loto's mention of meatrolls, her eyes found what was being looked at. It was just kind of... sitting out there. "Sure," she said, but it sounded a little cautious. Sam wasn't known to be a terribly motivated person. She didn't usually do too much unless she actually needed to. However, the thought of surprising someone by making all the meatrolls and only taking one or two in return seemed pretty nice. Maybe someone would come back and have less work to do.
"Yeah, sure, why not?" She said, sounding a little more confident. She peered at the butcher block. "Do you know how, though? I... don't. Not really." Sure, she knew what meatrolls looked like, but if there was some special way to do it, she wouldn't know. [/blockquote]
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Post by junomoule on Jun 21, 2010 20:43:06 GMT -5
Sam's inherent discomfort wasn't something that Loto spent much time parking on, the best way to make someone more comfortable with a situation was just being in it! Before the shorter-haired and newer Candidate had the opportunity to speak of her opinion, the tall girl was already moving with a purpose as she pulled a pair of bowls over towards the end of the closest butcher-block. With a flourish of her wrists she set them down, and to say that she was beaming at Samael would be a harsh understatement.
"Yes, yes! Making meat rolls is easy- s'fun, too..." She moved with fluid awareness of the kitchen, the heart of any place; each one was designed differently, but once you'd navigated one you'd Farnath well near navigated them all. "Loto knows how to make them!" She chirped these confidently in contrast to Sam's slightly more questioning role in the matter, tossing a slightly damp dishtowel towards the girl. "Loto also knows how to talk in third person and tell you to wash your hands real quick."
Playful words, and it seemed that Loto's enthusiasm wasn't going to be tapering off any time soon. She shimmied with purpose in a semi-circle so that she could lean slightly against the edge of the place she'd parked the materials, the back of her hands pressing casually against the edges as she rocked against her heels. Loto was quite comfortable it seemed, cheered on by Samael's appearance.
"How d'you imagine meat rolls being made, Samael?" It wasn't a quiz, nor was the question harsh. It was innocently beseeching, curious the same way she might ask someone's name. "Magic totally counts." This statement was mostly an afterthought, but no less true. "All cooking takes magic." She said this in a manner so dapper and serious that it was impossible to take seriously, her awkwardly straight face standing out until it was smoothed humorously away by the grin that seemed to be a permanent part of her.
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Post by Reky on Jun 27, 2010 0:52:44 GMT -5
"I suppose people... roll them," she said, hating to be bringer of the obvious. Then, she laughed, having spoke before the 'magic' part came out of Loto. "Yes! Magic! Everything's better with magic." Magic didn't exist, though. She was pretty sure of that. Well.. dragons could talk with their riders. That could be magic, but no one really called it that. It wasn't strange - it was normal, and had been like that since Pern began, so it didn't need the label of 'magic' as an explanation. It just was. That's all there was to it. Hanging out with boys, however, had further concreted the idea that magic was fake. After all, boys were convinced they didn't need magic. They just needed muscles and they were good to go. (Samael could still beat them up, though, despite how much 'muscles' they had.)
But Samael went along with it. Whatever Loto told her to do or showed her, she'd do. She did her best not to mess up the rolls, but a fair number of hers ended up looking rather lumpy. What could she say? It was her first time. She didn't know all the tricks yet. Her first one had been the worst, by far. They got steadily more appealing after that, but they still weren't masterpieces. That was alright. She'd had fun. No doubt she'd had an endless, amusing conversation with Loto. She really did like the girl. Almost so much as to label her a friend... or, at least, something more than an acquaintance. Hopefully she'd see her again. From what she gathered, they were both candidates, so it wouldn't be hard.
When all was said and done and meatrolls had been made, Sam took the worst-looking of hers to steal for her room. The rest were left to the kitchens, hopefully a pleasant surprise to one of the drudges there when mealtime came around. Then, with her lumpy edible creations, she bade Loto farewell and wandered off again. Time to find the Candidate Barracks for real now.
/fin [/blockquote]
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