Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Apr 9, 2011 13:50:14 GMT -5
(( NRP: Basic premise is that the Candidates are going to be fishing on the ocean, supposedly as a learning/bonding exercise. 2-4 to a boat. Kyril gave permission to have Candidatemaster S'rial and Duareth there as spotters. Wher Candidates can come too if they don't mind a little daytime activity. :o) Once there's enough people for any particular boat you should probably mind your post order according to who is in your boat, but you don't have to wait for everyone in the thread to post.
This is not something you are required to post in. It's basically an open thread. I just thought it would be fun and something every Candidate can reasonably participate in. Technically other people could come too, but since S'rial is there, coming just to pester Candies would perhaps be unwise. This takes place after Risk's clutching. And here are some enlightening articles on hypothermia: 1, 2. ))
It was the Rest Day that wasn't. An anomaly on the assignment slate directed Qosis out of Weyr Bowl, down the icy path to the docks lining the southern edge of the island. There had been no snow for several days, though he still saw resolute clumps from earlier storms in the shadier areas. The temperature had pumped itself back up to Autumnal levels, but he could see why he had been warned to dress for a full-on blizzard. Outside the Weyr walls, there was no guard from ocean-born winds, and each time one gusted past all illusions of warmth departed. Luckily he had let his hair dry after the morning's wash, or the bits sticking out from under his hat might have turned to ice, and his beard-- better not to think about it. Of course his very practical grooming attentiveness had cost him his treasured place of being the first one there. He noticed a few people already milling around on the docks, standing above rows of little boats that worked by oar and manpower alone. Each boat had been painted white, with a couple stripes of color down the middle to differentiate it from its fellows. Though small, they all looked new, and seaworthy. He turned his attention to the ocean, which was scattered with pinks and pastel blues rather than its usual swarthy navy, mimicking the cloudy morning skies. Qosis noted the clouds were all high enough to give a dragon pause, and white, signifying they were not ready to release any new snows onto Dalibor any time soon. The water was untroubled and smooth, rocking in that sickeningly slow way he hated but still preferred to whitecaps. An arm waved frenetically in his left peripheral, and Qosis turned to find a Fishcrafter flagging him toward a dockside hut full of tackle and broken boat mechanisms. No sooner had he stepped across the threshold then a mug of klah was shoved into his hands, and a sunhat fitted over his winter cap. Blinking, the Candidate peeled back his scarf and sipped from the klah, watching a fisher lad stick the tray full of mugs back inside a potbellied stove for safekeeping. The man who had waved him down was much older, enough so that his skin hung off his bones in wrinkly wattles, and his bright blue eyes had sunk back into his head till their glimmer was barely visible. But from what Qosis could see, the old man's demeanor remained entirely mischievous, and smile-lines had been written a hundred times around his lips and shallow cheeks. He was wearing overalls with the straps undone from his shoulders and sagging around his waist, and a thick but curiously sleeveless beige tunic. He waited for Qosis to down his klah, then stuck a bucket of something small, moist and wriggling into the Candidate's view. Qosis stared at the wigglers over the brim of his klah, then carefully took the bucket in his other hand. The fisherman's fingers darted out and snatched the empty mug from his mitten, replacing it with the handle of another bucket. Qosis looked into it: empty. "That one's yer fish bucket, the other one's yer bait. Try an'not get 'em confused," the fisherman drawled, the lad nearby snorting with barely contained giggles. "Anythin' ya get bigger 'n' that bucket you lay in th' middle o' th' boat, not th' prow 'r' stern, y'hear? Y' don' go past the buoys, nor'n jump in the water t' see wha' i' feels like." Qosis said nothing, mind occupied with deciphering the man's speech pattern. Traders had their own dialects and degradations, but it was not-- not this. He nodded though, whenever the man seemed to be pausing for his input. "Y'can't hover n'r th' docks neither." "Tha's cheatin'," the lad put in as he took a fishing pole off the rack at the back of the hut and passed it to his senior. "I'm tellin' 'im!" the fisherman barked. He handed off the pole to Qosis, who managed to coax his mitten around both it and his bait bucket handle. "So go 'bouts halfway to th' buoys an' y'll catch s'nice big fish. The li'l 'uns went out to the deep already, b' th' big 'uns are slow t' follow. Now, bear mind tha' y'shouldn't be haulin' anythin' th' gives you too much trouble. There's things'll pull you clean overboard. Or even worse, y'll tip th' boat and then we might lose th' boat. So, y'know anythin' 'bout fishin'?" Qosis shook his head. "How 'bout rowin'?" Qosis blinked, then reluctantly shook his head. "Well aren' you use'n?" Qosis...nodded. The fisherman laughed. "Alrigh' well maybe go fin' yerself someone who knows what they're doin'," he said, and waved the dragon Candidate out. "Ah wai'!" the lad piped up almost immediately, stopping Qosis in his tracks. "Y'gots one o' them baby flits? No flits on th' boats! I'll take it fer ya!" He showed Qosis a heavily blanketed basket. There were some bumps shifting around underneath the blankets. "They love 'em fishheads," the lad happily informed him. "I've nothing for you," Qosis said with such steely finality that the lad did not bother to question him further, as he might with others. Sometimes people tried to sneak flits under their clothing-- woe to such creatures when the boats flipped! "Oh," the fisherman grunted when Qosis had gotten about three steps further. The Candidate turned around, holding his breath. "Whiche'er a'you catches the biggest gets a magnificent prize!" the fisherman announced, waving his white palms in the air and pronouncing the final two words in the expected manner: mawgnificent prawzzz!
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Post by larkwing on Apr 9, 2011 18:40:44 GMT -5
Larka watched the Fisherman intently. Though his words were a bit difficult to decipher, she did get the gist of what he was saying. She had been fishing a few times with her dad up in Benden. That though, was very few, and mostly she just pulled them in. Her dad had done the rest. Pulling her auburn hair around her shoulder, Larka tied it back in a braid. That way it won't get in my way.
The candidate looked around for people she new. Other dragon candidates perhaps, or even one of the wher candidates that managed to show up would be fine too. Honestly, anyone would be good. Tris spiraled up overhead, and Larka whistled for him to come down onto her shoulder. Friends! The little black chirped happily. He was so glad to be outside for once with His. The firelizard spread his dark wings in the sunlight, and the light danced across his hide in violet arcs.
"Anyone want to form a group with me?" Larka shouted to the people nearby. She wasn't one to wait for people to come to her. Her competitive nature didn't allow her to sit on the sidelines. Glancing at the other candidates, Larka put a hand on her hip and formed a coy smile with her lips. Let's get started. ________________________________________ Rin moved side to side as he listened to the man. Even though he was a wher candidate, the boy didn't want to miss out on any opportunities to meet some new faces. He had just gotten here not long ago after all. The blond looked around for the sole person he was familiar with. However, Rin couldn't find Niton anywhere yet.
Above a firelizard trilled, and Rin smiled, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He had fished before, or at least tried to. Though his lack of patience and need to keep moving didn't work out well. I'll behave here though. Rin thought the promise to himself over and over again. I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good. Rin hoped it would prove true. The boy didn't want to dissapoint his teamates.
When a girl called out asking for anyone who wanted to join, Rin was about to raise his hand, but thought better of it. First watch and see, then choose who I want to be with. That's a good plan. The wher canidate's fingers drummed along his pants as he looked around. Who to be with....?
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 10, 2011 1:52:18 GMT -5
It always took Niton quite some time in the mornings to meander his way round to the assignment slate, which was why he arrived late and running, bursting into the little hut just in time to hear the Fishcrafter talk about a magnificent prize. Well, whatever it was, Niton didn't expect to get it or even come close, since he'd missed the entire lecture.
Knowing next to nothing about boating, especially in cold weather like this, the tall Candidate glanced around the room, hunching his shoulders a bit. There was no way to make his gawky frame stand out any less or make his late entrance less noticeable, however, so he simply settled on acting like he hadn't even noticed anything unusual about his arrival. Given his usual absent-mindedness, this was rather easy to achieve.
He spotted Rin and beamed, sidling toward the wher Candidate. "Hey! Have you got anybody to go out with?" he asked. No harm if not; Niton wasn't picky about who he shared a boat with...so long as at least one member knew what they were doing. Enough not to get them all drowned, at least.
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Post by veritas on Apr 10, 2011 2:11:43 GMT -5
((OOC note: Waiting on Chek before I get into further replies, taking this as an opportunity to interact with Valha.))
Fishing.
A half-dozen years away from a seahold, and now Jerrith found himself... fishing.
From a boat.
In the middle of the sharding winter.
With a bunch of other people, not all of whom seemed to have any familiarity whatsoever with fishing or boats.
He hoped there were dragonriders standing by, because if anyone went overboard in this weather, they wouldn't have long to live.
On that cheerful thought - which he was not about to voice - Jerrith went forward to inspect the boats. Sure, he'd been young when he'd left Midway Point, but he'd been younger still when he learned to sail and fish, and apparently occasional trips out from Western had kept that knowledge fresh enough to work with. Enough to say with confidence that the boats all looked to be in good shape, anyway.
For the moment, he was alone. He didn't know how the people expected firelizards to stay away from their owners for very long, but his were safely indoors, Magpie digging through his collection for some pretty thing for Lyra to treasure. And for now, the pink was absorbed in the thought that something as pretty as her ought to have other pretty things.
He gave it half a mark before one of them got bored and curious as to what Jerrith was up to, and just hoped the fisher minding this whole event didn't have too close an eye on the bait pail.
Though that was another thing that was confusing... "Rods?" Were they here to actually catch fish, or to keep them busy? Jerrith had a sinking suspicion that he knew the answer to that, but following that line of thought would just make the part of his mind that thought a winter boating expedition with novices was a sharding terrible idea start jumping up and down and screaming. Maybe he could help wrap it up a little faster. "Any nets handy?" he asked. Even if they were angling for deep-water fish, a bunch of small fish would probably make for better bait than a wiggler... and if they were going for the ones farther up, well, angling was a good way to spend a lot of unproductive time. And Jerrith would rather get out of the cold sooner than later.
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Post by larkwing on Apr 10, 2011 19:17:56 GMT -5
Rin was happy to see Niton again. The wher candidate simply beamed when the boy came over to him. The dragon candidate had been the first friend he made when coming to Dalibor. Turning to him now, Rin pushed the unrully stawberry blond hair from his eyes and looked at Niton. "Hey!" He said excitement very evident in his voice.
Rin still had his cord in his hand, and he continued to play with it as Niton spoke a quick greeting. "So, do you want to be in the same boat?" Rin asked. The wher candidate both hoped and new that the boy would say yes. Pushing the cord back into his pocket, Rin shuffled his feet. "All we need now is to find two others right?" He chirped very firelizard like.
The boy looked around at the other candidates. Who would come with them? Glancing back at Niton, Rin gave another relaxed smile. "At least we know I can help with knots and stuff." He put out. He wanted to seem helpful to Niton and any others nearby. That way, he'd be able to make up for his hyperactive personality. Bouncing a bit up and down, Rin made a soft aggitated sound. He wanted to go, go, go already!
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Post by princesal on Apr 12, 2011 14:28:08 GMT -5
Weslin did not want to be here. When he had seen that chores had been smudged out for the day, he was curious. It certainly didn't look like a rest day, but if it got him out of chores, he was interested. So here he was, wrapped up in furs and looking out where ultimate doom was.
Why were they here?
He was no excited, and only his eyes visible, they were glaring out at the ocean, and already he felt like he was going to be sick, just watching the rolling waves dip splash. He was sitting on the ground, and had been sitting on the ground as soon as soon as it was clear that the Candidatemaster wanted them to go out in the rickety little boats with other candidates. Weslin was sure that this was a way to get rid of other candidates, that there were too many, and they needed to eliminate some, so once they were out on the ocean under the clever premise of fishing, they would start overturning boats. They would end up walking back to the weyr with half the amount they had started out with.
Okay, that was a really stupid idea, but stupid ideas seemed to happen when he was faced with the ultimate doom of the ocean. He had been in a big boat once before, had gone over the ocean. Wes barely remembered it, but he knew that he hadn't enjoyed it. He had spent the entire trip holding on to his mother, and trying to make a deal that would include them being back on dry land. There was no sharding way he was going out on the ocean today.
Close enough to hear the fisherman explaining what things were, and how they were suppose to do it, his hidden frown was getting deeper, his brow furrowing. He was not going out into a boat, he was not going to fish, and he did NOT want a magnificent prize. So here Weslin was, sitting on the ground, trying not to freeze, and wishing he was back and the weyr, doing any chore he could find... or wishing that he had at least brought Nality, and could have used her as an excuse to not go on the boat.
This couldn't get any worse.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Apr 13, 2011 10:32:30 GMT -5
Good boats, Qosis thought, but a shortage of adequate crew. They would have to learn on the job then, a more admirable challenge than what was usually expected of Candidates. He had concluded that to the dragonrider population they were untested, untrustworthy, and considered of indiscernible but likely low intelligence. He could appreciate that viewpoint. He had often held it about holders.
A question about his nets tickled at his ear and he looked over to spot Jerrith. He did not know the harper as having any special talents in the fishing arena, or he might have stopped and insisted on some of that boat's space. As it was, another, louder voice jolted him out of his consideration and he looked around at the girl producing it. Her firelizard was not stowed with the others, but it looked larger than the infants who were apt to get in the most trouble on the open sea. He frowned, for more reasons than the flitter, and started advancing again. Soon he was passing a boy-shaped lump beside the path. Qosis only noticed the outline of a hand at the last moment, realizing only then that it was a person seated there. He stopped, buckets swaying from the loss of forward movement, and turned to Weslin.
Perhaps it was the caravanner in him, but he did not like things that stayed still.
"What are you doing?" The trader waved his empty fish bucket toward the hut where the fisherman was still dutifully handing out slurred speeches of encouragement-- and fishing poles. "Go and get your equipment." Had it been some native fisher lad, he need not have bothered, but Qosis recognized a fellow untested-untrustworthy-wherrybrained Candidate when he saw one. A lot of them had shiftiness written into their body language, or in the blue stains under their eyes. A dragon would steady that. He hoped. He turned around and gestured to the first empty boat he spotted. "That red-black one," he said, referring to the identifying stripes on the sides. "That's mine. Get your gear and put it there."
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Post by Chek on Apr 13, 2011 20:24:26 GMT -5
Taking the pole the Fisherman handed her, Valha couldn't do more than stare in disbelief for a few moments. They couldn't actually be serious, sending untried Candidates out on boats, with rods, in this weather? After big fish?
As she turned to look out over the boats, she stifled a laugh at the idea of keeping people's flitts away - Hati might be swayed by fish heads, and Fenis wasn't an issue, the little black being content to lie on her bed and mope, but little Skol? She'd need a healer with a sharp knife to detach the little green from her shoulder. Skol was not impressed by any of these antics; sure there was plenty to look at, but it wasn't warm, her hiding spot was sub-par, and NO ONE was going to convince her to leave the safety of Hers. Sure, the basket looked like a good place to hide, and there was yummy fish smells coming from it, but…it was with strangers. Fishyyum was not worth strangers.
Valha bumped her little green with her chin in a comforting manner, and Skol coiled tighter around her throat, eyes yellow, but their whirling slowing. She tentatively sent a picture of little Skol curled up with Hati on her bed, but Skol promptly put Valha to rights with a firm negative and a picture of Skol staying right where she was, thank you very much. Yes, Skol was not going to be cooperative today.
"Any nets handy?" She heard from the crowd. She stood on tiptoes and spotted the Candidate who had spoken. He looked about as impressed with this undertaking as she was, and right then she decided that she'd grab him and they could be in the sane boat. Side-stepping the Fisherman's assistant, she smoothly snagged a net from a rack, and shuffled through the crowd, grabbing at the sensible Candidate's arm and tugging him towards a boat marked with stripes of green and blue.
"I'm Valha, and you're…Jerrith, I think? Want to get a boat and get this over with?"
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Post by veritas on Apr 14, 2011 19:31:11 GMT -5
Jerrith was in the process of eyeing some of those nets, wondering if he dared make a grab for one in spite of having been handed a pole, when he found himself suddenly being towed. With his upper half tilting over, his feet did the best thing they could to keep all of him upright, and that was scurry to keep pace; he found himself following his unexpected companion before he was quite aware of what had happened.
But she had a net in hand. Apparently she'd had the same idea he had, except that she'd been bold enough to actually do something about it. Well, that right there was a mark in her favor. "Jerrith, yes," he rushed to respond, taking note of her name in turn. Valha. He was pretty sure he'd seen her around, doing the things Candidates did, more or less since his own arrival.
"I haven't been out fishing from a boat in some years," he warned, looking over the craft they were headed toward. At least it seemed sound, though he had no intention of getting into it and out on the water with only such a cursory glance. "But I don't think I've forgotten all that much of it. I can still handle a net, at least." Doing some of the fishing himself had been a good way to negotiate for a few tidbits for Magpie, after all. That had all been from the shore, though. "And I did go boating sometimes at Western. Just not both together." And never in the sharding winter. Even if the weather wasn't that bad, he wouldn't have thought even a masterfisher would want to risk a dunk in the water and exposure to the cold wind afterward by going out in a small boat.
Oh, well. The sooner they left, and the sooner they got their catch, the sooner they could be back on dry land where it was safe. And let the Candidatemaster and any other spotting dragonriders have one less boat to mind.
Speaking of the boat... well, she had the net in hand. "Do you want to look that over?" he suggested, nodding to it. "I'll take the poles and stow them, and make sure the boat's in good order." It'd probably still leave her with the more intricate task, but it wasn't like that task could be divvied up very well - and she might well have more recent experience than he did.
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Post by Chek on Apr 25, 2011 23:11:22 GMT -5
Valha nodded, plopping down on the edge of the dock and starting to card through the net with practiced fingers, quickly checking each knot and moving on once it was proven to be tired securely and of unfraying material. Skol hunkered down lower, glancing between the net in Her's hands and the stranger meddling about with the floating contraption.
“I'm out of a Dolphinhall not too far back, and my da and brother are both Fishermen. We'll be safer on the water than most others, I think, and I was trained to do cold water rescues, though please, please don't decide to go for a dip. I'd rather not prove my skill!”
She had to clear and fix one knot, but otherwise the net was in good condition, “They take care of their nets, for sure. How's the boat?” Valha asked as she leaned forward off the dock to hand the bulky net into the boat with Jerrith, making sure to avoid any movement that could send them into the water. That done, she crouched down to examine one of the oars.
“I'll untie us and push us away, I can make the jump easily. Maybe without falling out, either. Skol, in the boat with you now.” The last was said to her flit, who hissed grumpily and popped between, only to reappear on the prow of the little skiff like a tiny green figurehead.
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Post by veritas on Apr 28, 2011 0:20:01 GMT -5
"Believe you me," said Jerrith, "I do not want to get any closer to the water than being in the boat." Not that he really wanted to do even that much, honestly, but this was what they'd been told to do, so.
Up close, he didn't see any more problems with the boat than he had at a distance. A look in side showed it to be in good order, no splintered boards, no signs of undue wear. There was a bit of water in the bottom, but nothing suspicious, nothing that couldn't be baled out with one scoop of the bucket that was, in fact, present. The oars and oarlocks all looked fine as well. He set his rod and the bait bucket down on the dock and hopped in.
One scoop of the bucket did, in fact, get almost all the water out, and he watched the area around the keel and elsewhere, but saw nothing trickling in. "Just bilge," he reported. If it was a leak, it was small enough that they could bale it out easily. "Looks good. Do be careful," he added with a smile. "I haven't had to fish anyone out of cold water in quite a while, and I don't really want to test my memory on it the hard way!" He stowed the net, reached up for the rods and bait, and once he had those securely settled, scooted to the stern and sat squarely amidships, hands on the gunwales. "Whenever you're ready."
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Post by Chek on Apr 30, 2011 22:02:14 GMT -5
Valha did one last check of the boat, making sure they had everything they needed, delaying until even Skol, on the prow, chirped at her impatiently. She was on a boat with a stranger, Hers kindly needed to GET IN THE BOAT AND HIDE HER. Valha snorted and began picking loose the ropes typing the little skiff to the dock, examining the anchor and oars with e skeptical eye as she did so. “I'm used to sailing craft, and haven't had to use oars in forever. Just so you know – it'll take me a bit to get the rhythm again!” She caught one foot in the boat, holding it to the dock as she finished unwrapping the rope and started coiling it around her arm, trying to keep herself balanced on the swaying sock at the same time. She tossed the rope into the front of the skiff, drawing an indignant squeal from Skol, who then dove into the rope to hide, it looking like a very good place to glare banefully at that STRANGER in the boat. Valha then made the short hop into the boat, stumbling a little as a little wave bounced her askew. She recovered, shot Jerrith a grin, and dropped to the rowing bench, taking up the oars and setting them out into the water.
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Post by princesal on May 1, 2011 4:56:04 GMT -5
Still glaring out at the water like it was a dangerous death trap... oh wait, no. It was a dangerous death trap. There was no way he was going in on one of those rinky dinky little boats only for him to meet his final resting place under the freezing cold waters. He wouldn't even have a fighting chance. His furs would weigh him down, and not only that, but he couldn't even swim. This wasn't something he was going to do, and no one was going to make him. He'd fight for hours if he had to, he'd muck out stalls for the rest of his life. But no one. Repeat. No ONE was getting him in one of those boats.
Of course, he had yet to meet the giant person. Seriously, was everyone huge, or was he just short. He didn't often feel that short, but these days, it was rare he didn't seem to run into someone that was as big as a dragon! Simply looking up at Qosis, he just looked at him like he had grown a sudden second head from his nose, before it registered exactly what he had asked... oh no, wait. Ordered. If it was anything anyone ever learned when dealing with Weslin, you didn't tell him what to do, even if he had planned to do it in the first place. The moment he was told... ordered... was the moment he dug his heels in and became more difficult to deal with than a hyper flitter facing off against a bowl of fresh meat, and it was the others responsibility to keep the bowl of meat from getting eaten. He had already fought with Nality a couple times... and wondered if it was possible for flitters to inherit their owners personality traits. such as stubbornness.
"You..." Well for one, the man was huge, even if Wessy was alright with going in a boat, the man was so big that whichever boat he went it was going to sink anyway from pure weight alone. "What am I doing sitting here? Well, living... for one. Trying to be ignored, which didn't work... oh, and working on my knitting while I try not to freeze my bits and pieces off." With a roll of his eyes, he looked away, a sarcastic bite of laughter leaving his lips as he was told to get his equipment. "You must be joking. There is no way I am getting into a rickety holey capsizing boat. Especially not with you! I'm not signing off on my death today. So why don't you just move alone, and let me get back to knitting." Yeah, no way the other man was getting him into the boat. Looking over at the red-black one, all his minds-eye saw was a boat falling to pieces, in need of repair, with giant teeth and claws ready to gobble him up, rip him to pieces and put his insides on ice for snacks later on. (The boat indeed did not look like this... but Weslin just... yeah) "Yeah... right. Not happening.
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Post by larkwing on May 1, 2011 8:51:44 GMT -5
Larka kept walking around trying to find someone to join a group with. On her shoulder, Tris had wrapped his body tightly around His. He would not be moved! It didn't matter if the fish heads smelled good, he would stay with His! Reaching up to pet the blackish, purple firelizard, Larka sighed. Would she be able to go with anyone? There weren't many people here, and the ones that were, had already teamed up with partners. "Come on Larka, find someone..."
The candidate murmered to herself quitely and hugged her arms to her body. She did not like being alone. Sure she may come off as someone who wouldn't mind, but really she just wanted to be a part of a group. Seeing two boys together, the candidate went over and moved her auburn hair from her face. "Umm...hi...do you think I can join your group?" The girl turned briefly to eye the others around her, however they were already leaving.
Rin looked up as a girl came by. She was pretty! Pretty girl wanting to walk over to him....or maybe it was for Niton. Anywho, pretty girl, and she needed a group! "I wouldn't mind it." Rin smiled at her. He didn't like to disclude people after all. That wasn't nice. Hopping a bit from one foot to another, the wher candidate looked around. Everyone was already starting to leave! "Come on Niton...and other girl that I don't know. We've got to leave." Grabbing a hold of the girl's hand, who replied "I'm Larka," and also making a move to grab Niton's, Rin headed out for the boats. Particularly a nice greyish blue one that didn't seem so beat up as the others, the candidate was lucky to find it at all since it was partially hidden behind some very tall weeds.
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Post by Cathaline on May 1, 2011 15:39:00 GMT -5
Niton had still been holding out for at least one more boatmate, feeling his own lack of experience could prove disastrous. Taking a spill into the freezing lake could spell death, after all, and he just wasn't in the mood for tragedy! He beamed when the girl arrived and shook her hand with enthusiasm.
"I'm Niton, like he said, and he's Rin," Niton said. At least he had the presence of mind to do introductions, right? Good sign. He was on top of things today...now that he'd finally arrived. "I like your firelizard! You'd better hide him though, I don't think they're too keen on them going out with us." With his height, he was sure he'd spotted a few other candidates sneaking their flitters out to the boats, but there was no need to be obvious about it, right?
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 2, 2011 11:24:33 GMT -5
Qosis' lips adopted a shallow crinkle of concern as he listened attentively to his fellow Candidate's concerns. He raised his shapely eyebrows at the accusing you, but said nothing for what might have developed into an insult were Weslin a little braver. Bravery, or a lack thereof, quickly became a theme in the lad's retort. Qosis had never really imagined such objections, not from a young man. Even children were not allowed such license to fear on the caravan.
"Bad weather for knitting," he observed soothingly, lifting his own hand and looking at the light grey mitten that blended all his fingers into one massive, blunt scoop. "I have looked at the boat, and as one with an eye for quality I can say it will not capsize without significant assistance from us. You see there are others on the water already." He turned his side to Weslin and extended his hand toward the sea, where at least one little boat was already traversing toward the center of the buoy ring marking their fishing grounds. "And there--" He flicked his arm a little less grandly at a shoreside scene. "Even girls are venturing out to sea. Even girls are willing."
Qosis looked around them, then spotted the brown dragon observing the entirety of the proceedings. He gestured to it, though he really meant the rider. "You see the Candidatemaster there? If something should happen, he can rescue you. It is not a choice of knitting or death unless you are many times the fool compared to the other boys here." The trader smiled in acknowledgment of what Weslin probably thought of him. "The Candidatemaster knows that. I expect that if he discovered someone was afraid of mere fishing, even under these strange conditions, he would have to reevaluate their worth to the Weyr. Dragonriders cannot be cowards, can they? Shortly we will all be doing the most frightening work Pern has to offer."
He relayed all this impassively, as if a harper dutifully reading off measures of wheat from an old Record. It sounded more like fact that way. "If you do not want to be a rider, it is okay for you to stay where you are." Qosis held out his hand. "If it is me in particular you object to, you should know my name is Qosis, and I have always pulled my own weight and more. You do not need to worry about me." His eyes drifted to one side for a thoughtful moment, then he chuckled. "But we may have to sit at opposite ends of the boat."
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Post by princesal on May 25, 2011 19:20:34 GMT -5
"I don't shardding knit... that was sarcasm..." His tone was likely to become more hostile since it was such cold weather... no, strike that. He could mind the weather, it was the idea of being so close to the water that had him snapping and more touchy that usual. Following the giants hand towards the sea, he gave a fearful shudder as he did indeed see others out on the water. Shaking his head as many times as possible within a second, he tried to make himself even smaller. "I don't care if there are others on the water, I'm not going out there, is your head so high that you can't get that it can't understand those words?! I don't care if you think the boat is of a good quality. I doubt you'd tell me if there were shardding holes in it!!"
About to try and turn away from this giant annoying man, he caught the end of his words, and Wes couldn't help but roll his eyes. "What do I care if girls are going out there or not? Girls can do whatever they want, they don't need permission, and they certainly aren't going to be the motivators to get ME into a boat. Idiot." His mother had been a girl once, and she did a lot of things that Weslin would never want to do, and she had a lot more bravery than most men he had met, hell, when they went over in the boat that one time, he had clung to her the entire time, like a toddler even though he hadn't been. She had helped with some of the ropes that had to be tied down, and had managed to do that even with her teenage son clinging to her like she would never fall over board. Most of the crew had laughed at the scene, with a snot filled wet eyed fearful boy holding onto his giant mom, and crying for her help even though she had been right there.
He was afraid of the water, and he wasn't about to get over it just because someone he didn't care about, or really had ever talked to before told him that girls were going out onto it. That was foolish and, actually, quite rude when he thought more about it. But it was too cold for thinking.
Ice blue eyes, which matched the surrounding snow, glared hard at Q. "I think that you are NOT the deciding factor in what the Candidatemaster thinks, I'm not afraid of fishing. I'm afraid of the water!!" Struggling to his feet, he balked when he realized just how tall the other was, that it wasn't an illusion because Wes had been sitting on the ground. Biting the inside of his cheek, he took a step back so he wouldn't have to crane his neck to look up as much as he had to right now. "The moment you become someone more important than a candidate like me, is the moment I give a shell about your opinion! And I am not getting into a boat!!" He stomped his foot like a child, and decided that the only way to get away from this man would be to try and see if there was other work he could do. Maybe he could clean fish guts off of hooks, or be showed a knot to do to fix some ripped nets.
"stupid... stupid... stupid." He had turned away from the man, and started walking away, considering their conversation over. If he got put into worse chores, he'd be happy to do them, hey, he'd even do it with a smile on his face if he had to, as long as he didn't have to get any closer to the water than he needed to.
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