Out with the Old in with the New {Lan/Open}

|| That's fine, dear. Camea is new, so that's cool. ||

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Camea lugged her stuff at her side, holding her suitcase with both hands and walking sideways at an exaggerated awkward angle. She had been hoping that some nice boy or something would come along and help her carry all this crap. But no... of course there wouldn't be! Not that dragon candidates had any manners anyways. Bunch of elitist snobs, in her opinion. So now she was ill from between, she was sore from carrying her trunk around, and she was irritated about not having a brighter welcome. Not to mention the hallway seemed so sharding long... why did wher candidates have to be at the back? Could they just be in the middle somewhere? There were so many dragon candidates, she thought it'd hardly matter.

Finally, she arrived at her room. Flicking her long, dirty blond hair over her shoulder, she looked down at her appearance before entering. Was she decent? Would she make a good impression? Blegh... it would have to do. She dropped her trunk and hastily did some last minute fixes before picking it up again and, once more flipping her hair over her shoulder, stood straight and tall and strode straight into the room. However, her entrance was for not. There was no one in there. Frowning, Camea took to organizing her things and, as befitting a slightly nosy streak, glancing through her future roommate's. Was that... a doll? How... quaint. She snorted and continued settling in

It wasn't long before she heard footsteps of what must have been her roommate (who else would trek so far down these blasted halls?) and she readied herself for the interaction. Her hair was placed just so and she sat imperious on the edge of her bed. Her eyes glanced nonchalantly toward the door... and then she waited... and waited... and then the door opened... and she waited... but there was no call just yet. Camea raised an eyebrow.

"Hello... are you my roommate?" She asked, the sentence worded hesitantly although there was no true hesitation in tone. One more hair flip for good measure, and then she continued, "So, I have some rules to lay down, if you don't mind. One: don't touch any of my things. Two: don't wake me up at wherry-awful hours of the morning... unless there's a hatching. Then, by all means wake me up. And three:..." Camea paused here, pursing her lips in thought and glancing away a minute before continuing. Then, she smiled and looked back up at her new roommate. "And three: I'm Camea. It's nice to meet you."

Camea managed a patient smile, not totally annoyed with the girl as of yet. After all, she did listen to her rules without complaint or any sign of annoyance. Maybe they would get along then? Hopefully she would be less frustrating than her last roommate at High Reaches. The wher candidate got angry at her for trying to snoop into her business and the girl actually cried. Like, tears. It was probably one of the most revolting scenes the teen had ever seen in her life. She almost considered slapping the girl to keep her from making such a display. However, she decided against it, and just left to wait the emotional reaction out.

"Kire." Camea repeated absently, filing the name away for future reference. Even if there was the possibility she wouldn't like her new roommate, names were a powerful thing to hold. Dropping the right names in the right places would get her noticed, or at least that was what her uncle had taught her. Most of the time this didn't do a fat lot of good in a Weyr, but the fifteen-turn-old was sure she could find some way of boosting herself ahead with the right connections. Connections. Yes. That was what she needed to make here.

As the other girl walked over to her side of the room, Camea's green eyes followed her passively, absorbing every detail. Maybe this was borderline stalking, but she wanted to get a quick and accurate judgment of how annoying this person was going to be in the future. If she was judged poorly, then at the very least Camea could make a note to spend most of her time out of their room. However, Kire seemed pretty decent... at least by her standards. Not too bubbly, but not at all foul. Just... simple. She could live with that in a roommate.

"I'm from High Reaches," Camea responded matter-of-factly, "But the bonding rate there is horrible. Not a single wher in three clutches." She sighed in annoyance at this fact, blinking as if to subdue the onslaught of criticisms she had about High Reaches traditional policies. Dalibor seemed like a better place so far... but she had only been there for a day, so it was hard to tell. "Where are you from?"

As Kire reached over to check the toy, Camea subdued a raised eyebrow. So it did have emotional significance? It seemed odd to her for such a little thing to be so important. Kire seemed older than her by at least a few turns, so wasn't she a bit too old to be carrying around a doll? Oh, shells, was Kire going to be one of those emotionally clingy roommates? She hoped not. That would seriously harsh her new placement. Or... it might not. One never knew.

As if on cue, Myth appeared with an ostentatious song to announce that she had returned from her investigating of the other flits in the Weyr. She had been relatively pleased with what she had found... plenty of males to adore her just as she ought to be adored. Whether they would or not was a different story. But, for now, the flit was happy and she settled herself in Camea's lap, sitting in an imperious posture as her human attended to her with the scratches of affection she demanded.

"This is Myth, by the way," Camea nodded to the green firelizard, a proud smile setting on her face, "She'll be flitting in and out as she checks out our new home... I hope you don't mind." Yet there was something in her tone that hinted at, whether or not Kire minded the flit's presence, she certainly wouldn't trouble herself over it a great deal.

At the mention of her name, Myth began to make a display of cleaning herself and chittering about happily. She loved to be noticed, and she loved being the center of attention. It might be said that it was her favorite thing in the world. Being raised spoiled rotten by Camea, it was no great mystery as to why she was the way she was. In truth, other than trying to grab attention the flit seemed to have no other personality traits. She flitted in and out as she pleased wherever she pleased and generally led a carefree life absorbing the attentions and affections of those around her whenever she could get it.

"You think so? It seems to fit her, doesn't it?" Camea replied, smiling down at her little pet and stroking her with the affection the tiny thing had been spoiled with her whole life. While she wasn't too keen on Myth's color, Camea really was quite fond of her. She liked having Myth around, even if she was just a green. Greens were useful too, after all. As Kire continued her introduction Camea listened without actually looking at her. The girl's gaze was entirely absorbed into her pet... until, of course, she got a chance to speak again.

"You were born in a Weyr?" While it was a question, it wasn't completely phrased as such. Camea raised an eyebrow at her roommate, trying not to let herself feel intimidated by someone that had been in a Weyr far longer than she had. "So you've never been in a Hold?" Again her voice held the same tone as she tried to measure the girl up. It was queer meeting someone who was so severely Weyrbred that they hadn't even really been in a Hold before. Well, Kire had been in a craft hall, but that really didn't count by Camea's standards. Picking at her teeth with her tongue behind her closed mouth, she let the silence hang in the air for a moment before picking up the conversation again. "Can't say I don't envy you. You're not missing much, not seeing a Hold. Crowded and stuffed to the brim with uneducated Holders' children. It's disgusting."

The subject of how "wonderful" whers were was completely dropped. Certainly, it didn't need to be said. Wher candidates volunteered to stand, unlike the ridiculous and flamboyant dragon candidates that were all but told when to jump and how high. Truly, Camea too had a fondness for the overlooked cousins of those overgrown flying firelizards. They had a roughness and a gruffness to them that appealed to some small bit of her that lie dormant most of the time. But she wouldn't let Kire in on that little secret. If it wasn't already obvious by her being there, it really wasn't worth saying.

Camea shrugged Kire's comments about never living in a hold without further thought. She had said her peace, so where Kire did or did not grow up was no longer her concern. Actually, she was kind of getting bored. So much dull talk and idle chatter. She wanted to go out and see where it was Myth and her had landed themselves into. Surely it'd be better than High Reaches, but she wanted to look around. Maybe even scoff at a few dragon candidates, those pompous morons. She could flash Myth in their faces and make them all feel shameful.

"Yeah, I was born in a Hold. My father is a Holder at High Reaches." While bragging, simultaneously there was this bitter tone in the young teen's voice. She had never really liked her parents, not that she ever bothered to try. Her affections, if any, lied with whers, Myth, and possibly her uncle. It was hard for others to weasel their way into her good books. Kire was doing fair at the job, but Camea wouldn't be fond of her too much right off the get go. After all, people had this nasty habit of getting on her nerves after being with them for a long period of time. "My uncle bought me Myth when he took me to the main hold. It was dull there, but I got to meet a wher so that was all right, I guess."

A sudden noise from the hall called Camea's attention and she glanced over in the direction of the noise. Hmm... what was going on there? It really didn't matter what, though. She was done with sitting so long in one attitude. Scooting Myth from her lap, she stood and sighed with a bit more emphasis that was really needed. She walked toward the door, at first ignoring Kire completely, and looked outside to hallway that was now empty once again. She took a step over the threshold, then looked back at Kire where Myth was currently flying circles around her head cheerfully.

"I'm going to have a look around. Want to join?" It was a bit curt, but her question was not entirely lacking in earnest. Myth chirruped agreeably, zipping past Kire's head one last time to fly out the door. She liked the idea of Kire joining them, too! It was another person to admire her! And Myth loved to be admired.