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Post by Cathaline on Jun 14, 2011 5:13:58 GMT -5
It had been several turns since Daymar had shared a room, and then it had been with his older brother, not with a complete stranger. He'd always been very grateful that he had his own space at Western Hold, simply due to arriving in the early days when it wasn't all full of people, but now...now he had arrived at Dalibor as a Candidate, and he was facing something more terrifying than the prospect of simply uprooting his entire life and facing dragonets for the chance to fight Thread and die.
Sharing.
Daymar valued privacy, okay? And the barracks were nearly empty, thanks to the so-recent hatching. Yet as he stood forlornly in the center of the common room, he pressed his lips together. His natural inclination, of course, was to simply choose an open room. However, if he did that, then somebody else, somebody who might be crazy, could just come in and take the other bed at any time. That was unconscionable. No, it was better to accept the fact that he was doomed to have a roommate, and pick one now. Someone nice. Someone sane.
Slim pickings, though. Not many leftovers from the hatching, and not many new Candidates since; he had to be one of the very first. But after awhile, he inched his way down the hall. "Hello?" he called, dearly hoping no one would answer.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 14, 2011 13:54:51 GMT -5
Barracks indeed. Like so many saltfish packed into a jar. No one could have blamed Sebolaren for being angry, and no one would have blamed him for feeling the situation unfair—yet surprisingly he felt neither of those emotions. What had occurred previously had been chance; perhaps even good chance at that, because it gave him time to get situated and meet people in an environment—safety net if you will—where he could completely relax into a new role. Of course this was fair as well, all Candidates would be packed into these neat little rooms one at a time until full—then those last people might trickle into the stables or the kitchens of their own volition.
He gazed dispassionately at the stone walls, window-less and drab, and wondered how in the sharding hell Xiro’el had ever made it through Candidacy at all. At least he’d had fresh air and sunlight whenever he needed it, full of runnersmell and dried grasses. This was going to be an interesting experience to say the least. Even going as far back in memory to Ruatha he spent more time in the field than in the Hold between foalwatch, wolfwatch, feastwatch, and all the other watches with witty names created by people who didn’t have to spend them in the dirt. It wasn’t the sharing that bothered him so much as the claustrophobia—and sharing did leave a special sort of twinge in his heart.
Who this time? What new person would most likely learn his secret unless he managed to change alone every day—Faranth-forbid the future Hatching start when both were together, there’d be no use hiding while changing into those white robes again. Well it couldn’t be helped, could it? What was he to do, go and snivel at the Weyrwoman’s feet as if a Lord Holder’s son and pretend he deserved the right to room alone? Have her ask him why? I think not. He stared at the two beds with pursed lips—typically he would jump in and simply choose the one he wanted, it was his nature, assume that leadership role; but how could he make brazen assumptions when the very person he might slight out of their wants, could possibly hold in their hands his continued existence as a Candidate.
So…he waited. He wasn’t precisely certain for what he was waiting, but wait he did—and he was rewarded by the sound of someone calling out into the silence of the Barracks. Hello, salutations, greetings—the word said—please go away, don’t scare or hurt me said the voice. Well that was safe, wasn’t it? If he could earn this man’s trust would his secret not be safe even if outed? What if his meekness caused him even more turmoil when the markings were discovered? Perhaps he wouldn’t even listen to reason, or the lack of responsibility on Sebolaren’s own hands, perhaps he would simply flee and cry to the Weyr.
Couldn’t he assume that of anyone, though? Hadn’t Delilah proved him wrong on that count? He needed to rely on himself more firmly than he ever had—as he always had—there was rarely a person he couldn’t make headway with or turn to friendship, as there were rarely beasts with which he could not do the same. Cultivate a friendship, earn the trust of a fellow Candidate. Build those bridges early and quickly.
He walked to the door—perhaps more quietly than intended—and regarded the man moving down the hall toward him. Average height, pale, shaggy of hair—meek. An image rose unbidden in his mind, a small pale child hiding among wagon-wheels to avoid the bustle of packing holdfolk while Sebol tied off runners one-by-one. Curious. Even the quiet tinkerer hadn’t seemed so uncertain and nervous. Perhaps that was why such a memory was recalled. Nervous like a colt strayed too far from mama’s teat, inching along and testing the waters. Sebol cleared his throat quietly.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 14, 2011 15:39:56 GMT -5
Really, changing in front of Daymar was not a problem at all, though of course Sebolaren had no way of knowing that yet. Daymar would go to quite ridiculous lengths to avoid seeing other people's bare skin and to avoid having them see his, including having baths at crazy times. No doubt he would simply pretend to be asleep, eyes squeezed tight shut, when he heard the rustle of clothing. Skin was scary.
Mama's teat was many turns and a whole continent away, which probably explained at least a little of Daymar's current skittishness. As far as he knew, he only had two connections here - the Candidate girl he'd met at Western, likely now a weyrling, and the man who had just Searched him. No doubt there were others he'd interacted with briefly back at the Hold, but right now, he was both lonely and dismayed at the thought of meeting new people.
Really, an actual spoken word would not have helped, but the sound of a clearing throat when he'd begun to believe himself alone made Daymar jump. He flattened himself against the wall, bit his lip, and slowly inched back out into the corridor.
"Um, hi," he said, apparently to thin air. Why was the person hiding? Maybe they were about to come at him with a knife. Fanciful thinking in the Candidate Barracks, where only sane people with enough empathy to Impress lived, but still. "Are you...could you...I need a room? Perhaps." Well, definitely. Camping outside was not an option. Daymar would rather a hundred roommates for a hundred nights than a single candlemark spent on the ground
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Post by Ruin on Jun 14, 2011 16:33:28 GMT -5
Sebolaren blinked in surprise as the young man vanished before his eyes in an act of agility that reminded him of the fighting Cyan’s Dalibor was known for. He leaned out of the doorway cautiously wondering what had become of the nervous Candidate; and met his gaze as the other gathered his wits about him and also came out of hiding. Sebol watched him curiously as he started stumbling his way through speaking, sliding his own body into plain view—long tunic, sure, but empty-handed and basically nondescript unless you count the height.
Poor lad. ”Didn’t mean t’ scare ye so”, he said with a bright smile. “My name is Sebolaren—call me Sebol I know the other’n’s a mouthful—and this will be my second time Standing at Dalibor. I actually didn’t room up here the first time, so this’ll be my first room-mate experience, an’ if yer interested I wouldn’t mind havin’ ye as a partner.” He waved into the room and then walked back in himself while talking to the man—hoping he’d at least have the courage to follow. “Not much by way of trappings, but it’ll do the job I figger, ‘till we Impress at least.”
Sebol paused to spread his arms with a shrug of his shoulders, waving to the beds, chest of drawers and wash basin. “I didn’t pick a side, figgered I’d let whomever roomed with me do the choosin, so why don’t you pick whichever you like if yer fixin’ on stayin’”. He gave the young man an encouraging smile and stood in the neutral center.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 14, 2011 16:41:09 GMT -5
His height was nerve-wracking enough. He towered over Daymar, who hunched his shoulders protectively, only making himself smaller. Okay, this was bad. He'd attracted a Very Terrifying Person, and it would be the height of rudeness to decline now, and perhaps make him an enemy. Daymar simply couldn't bear to have enemies, so he would just have to put up with rooming with...a very tall person.
"Daymar," he said, by way of introduction, and clutching his small pack of belongings to his chest like a shield, wavering a moment before he followed. "Oh? Where were you staying?" Perhaps Daymar could find some reason to go there instead. Couldn't breathe in the barracks, or something. It wasn't a total lie, either!
Daymar examined the room suspiciously, and finally deemed it worthy. No obvious ratholes. Not as small as he'd feared. The idea of staying somewhere that a bunch of people had been in and out of before him made him shudder, but it must have been cleaned top to bottom by now, right? Er...maybe he should see to that. "This side is...fine," he said, choosing at random and sitting on the bed. "You were at the last hatching? I heard all about it at Western. Big clutch."
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Post by Ruin on Jun 14, 2011 17:03:43 GMT -5
“Pleased t’meet ye Daymar. Was stayin’ in the stables. Came in late and they were already full up here. Over fifty Candidates ye know! Well I’d just been rolled out of Ruatha and spent most of my time up there on runnerwatch o’ some sort or another under Master Herder Tytallen—so I jus grabbed me a spot down in the Stables.” He watched the young man curiously and then grinned at his choice, going to the other side and sitting down on his own bed—which would hopefully keep the man from being unnerved by his larger stature.
“Aye, large clutch indeed. Thirty-five eggs for over fifty Candidates. We were mighty lucky too compared to past hatchings—so I’ve been told. None went between, there was one dud egg though.” He stretched out and gave the young man another appreciating glance. He was actually rather glad to have found this fellow for his own…typically Sebolaren chose to remain quiet and observe the actions of those who seemed to lead-the-charge so-to-speak. Less because he was a follower and more because he found that oftentimes people will make mistakes without realizing. Here however, with this young man, he could perhaps do some honest good. Help, talk, relax him, show him around Dalibor.
That is if he could convince Daymar to trust him and not await some knife at the back in the dark of night; which wouldn’t be as difficult as it sounded except between stable duty and late-night lake swims he would be coming in fairly late. “What’s it like up at Western, how long ye been there? I haven’t had the occasion to leave the Weyr to explore this island much less journey across the sea to see the Holds.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 15, 2011 0:39:06 GMT -5
"Do you think there will be quite that many before the next hatching?" Daymar asked nervously. Weyrling classes depended on how many dragons there were, and they couldn't be so large. And eventually, should he Impress, they'd move into a weyr of their very own. But the thought of two or three turns of Candidacy, with people going in and out constantly...ugh. He shuddered, too, at the thought of living in stables with filthy animals...and then tensed at the mention of Ruatha, and temporarily tuned Sebolaren out. From Ruatha. Must know his parents, or at least know of them. Shards, Daymar's sister was fifteen now, this boy might have...ugh.
Shaking his head to snap out of it, he managed a weak smile. Stupid. A Herder working with runners might know Ruatha's steward, Daymar's father, but it was almost impossible that he should have run into Daymar's siblings. "So I heard," he said. "No serious maulings either...and twin tans, one of which Impressed to a male." Yes, the buzz and the gossip were spreading across Pern, but Daymar, at Western, had at least gotten the truth of the matter. By the time the news reached distant cotholds it would be triplet queens or something.
Getting Daymar to relax was almost a lost cause, but at least Sebol was friendly, even if he was now a reminder of a life lived long ago and far away. "I like it," he said. "I've been there since nearly the beginning, about seven turns now. I worked as a scribe." Now the Records were all but off limits to him, he thought with deep chagrin.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 15, 2011 1:10:42 GMT -5
Sebol pursed his lips in thought and then shrugged with some perplexity. “I believe this’ll be the first clutch for the Queen who will rise next moon. So she might throw fewer eggs—and Candidates always seem to pour in, especially with the Weyr’s getting ready for threadfall. So it might mean fewer Weyrlings this time.”
He had to stop a moment to consider why the boy would care, he didn’t seem quite so nervous about Impressing as he did about…everything else. In fact Daymar didn’t even seem certain about staying put in the room with Sebol, so the herder decided to take a chance with his next words.
”Y’know fewer Weyrlings makes it easier on the housing department too. Won’t get as cramped there as it might here, and it all depends on Impression. Might have a King and a fighter an’ that’s only two t’ a room. Could be you might find someone you like enough out of the Candidates to stick by them. Not to mention that it’s always easier being one o’ the first. Yer here to meet everyone early on.”
Of course this man didn’t seem likely to meet anyone regardless of how it might help him in the future, but perhaps with a little persistence and a soft hand Sebolaren could fix that—even introduce him to some of the current Weyrling class…though with his nervousness it might be best to avoid a certain incredibly vocal Pink. Weyrwoman would have his head for indirectly causing one of her new Candidates to go into seizures.
”Scribework? I can do the basics, bloodlines, stock, numbers. Nothing fancy. Perhaps you can teach me some tricks o’ yer trade when we aren’t busy? Plenty o’ stuff they didn’t teach us in the stables about scribing, even though the records had t’ be mostly pristine.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 15, 2011 2:03:58 GMT -5
"Do they give smaller clutches when they're younger?" Daymar asked. That wasn't something he'd found in the typical Teaching Songs, and while he was fairly well-educated, given the amount of time he spent among Records, he didn't know very much about Weyr life at all, nor about the mechanics of dragon hatchings. He understood at base how it worked, but statistical probabilities like that...well, the holds he'd lived in just didn't have a need of that information, truly.
Cramped quarters sounded positively dreadful, and Daymar nodded to that. "Yes...because the weyrling class, the big one, won't be out yet. And there might be a third in there in time, too, if the timing works out poorly." People and dragonets...that made it double. There were more than a hundred beings over there now, and that thought did make Daymar relax. Well! When you considered that, being a Candidate was no trouble at all, was it? "I don't much care for meeting people." As if that was not blatantly obvious. "You must know everyone, then...since you stood." Hopefully Sebol would not insist on bringing all those people into the room for parties. Did Candidates have parties, or were they too busy?
Yeah, Agnith was not a good plan. Agnith would frighten Daymar into a heart attack, despite his general acceptance of dragons as Good Things. "Sure," Daymar said, relieved to have something they could talk about and do together that wasn't terrifying. "I have a lot of useful shorthand. I did a fair amount for the Herders - standing by the fence and jotting down things that they said, so they didn't have to remember it all or leave the herds in the middle to write themselves. Also kept the records clean. Animals are...messy." Understatement.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 15, 2011 20:33:38 GMT -5
“I’m thinkin’ so. Most o’ my knowledge ‘bout dragons comes from observin’ an’ listnin’. Plenty o’ young mothers who aren’t dragons whelp small litters their first time. An’ I heard talk that Callistath—the Gold mother dragon—had done good by her Weyr in throwin’ a larger clutch than last time…which was also her first.” He was gaining more knowledge about the dragons by the day, but of course he could only go on what he’d heard and the conclusions he drew himself—how far off could it be really? Either way they’d have to wait several sevendays to even watch the Queen rise—or hear of it.
“Aye, can get quite packed ‘round here sometimes, but ye end up on yer own eventually—at least where people are concerned. Never alone once you find yer dragon I ‘spose”. not that he knew anything about that either, but Xiro’el and Delilah seemed happy enough that he didn’t doubt it. Of course the conditions could also get cramped—but he was on as sure footing about that as this man seemed. “I’m plenty fine with people, I don’t go out of my way to avoid ‘em or hunt ‘em but if ye ever find yerself uncomfortable and I’m around ye kin stick wit me. Doubt much’ll happen, they keep us pretty busy.”
Sebol gave him a good nature'd grin. “Me dad made me learn readin’ early, for’ I was big enough to do a man’s work I was stuck t’ doin’ the ledgers. We did many a deal with the Holdless passin’ through Ruatha. Not many folk took kindly t’ them but my father would barter so long as their animals were well kept. So I can read anything ye put in front of me, but I never learned any fancy scriptwork—specially not shorthand. I figure what with Impression or otherwise might be good t’ learn a thing or to more than I do. So’s I can make myself somewhat useful outside of the chores—which speaking of…there will be plenty t’ do.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 16, 2011 23:56:03 GMT -5
"It's good for the Weyr," Daymar said faintly, all this talk of litters starting to make him a bit ill. Not only because it had to do with sex and childbirth, two topics he hated, but because it had occurred to him that he'd agreed to room with a Herder. This gave way to some uncomfortable questions. "Er...you don't have any pets, do you? You aren't planning to get any animals and...and bring them into the room?"
Never being alone...Daymar was of two minds on that subject. On the one hand, the idea of having a forever friend, someone he could completely trust and love without any fear, was something he longed for and always had. In that respect, he couldn't do better for himself than Impress. Yet sharing everything with someone he'd never met, instantly losing all privacy, scared him. He'd just have to see if Impression was every bit as amazing as the Harpers claimed. And if it wasn't...well, then he'd be stuck, frankly, so he just had to hope. Pity he wasn't the best at hoping.
"I don't trust people," he said firmly. "At least, not the kind who talk to me." He'd probably get on with those as shy as he was.
Busy. Plenty to do. Daymar looked down at his hands, pale and uncallused, with a slight frown. "Hard work?" he asked. "Outdoor work? I'd be happy to show you...anything I can do to be useful."
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Post by Ruin on Jun 18, 2011 11:46:26 GMT -5
“Aye ‘n’ good fer us dependin’ on ‘ow many Candidates show up b’tween now ‘n’ then.” Sebol watched the man go through a myriad of uncomfortable facial expressions and wondered to himself what he’d managed to say to disturb him this time—but at least for all that Daymar was obviously nervous, and uncomfortable, he seemed to push forward with a dogged determination. Was it courage? Doubtful—but he hadn’t run away and that was better than nothing. “Nay, no animals t’speak of. Was raised in the belief that animals ‘ad t’ earn their keep. No cat nor dog kin do that. Though I’ve always fancied the little firelizards—wouldn’t mind finding m’self a couple. We should scour the island when we have a chance. Per’aps we’d stumble on a clutch! I heard that a few o’ the current Weyrlings did so durin’ their Candidacy.”
Sebol continued to watch the newcomer intently, and though he didn’t smile at the man’s admission; he didn’t give away his amusement facially. Of course nothing of what he thought was malicious—instead he was quietly wondering if Daymar would Impress a dragon like Agnith. Certainly that would drive the man to exhaustion with anxiety. Still, Sebolaren had to admit he was quite curious what dragonchoice would be made several moons from now. “Ye’ll learn to trust us—as I am talking to you I imagine I belong in that group—no offense taken! S’like a family o’ people here. The unassuming kind. S’much happens that it’s hard t’find summthin t’ judge another man on.”
Well, unless you were Q’sis of course—he had seemed fit to judge a man on anything—and unless you were Sebol—but he had something that almost required judgment. “There is definitely hard work, and I canna promise that you’ll get off from that, they tend t’ keep us too tired t’ cause trouble—they try anyway! But mayhap if ye spoke t’ the Candidatemaster ye could be set up where yer talents could be used?” he wasn’t sure if Dalibor had an archivist of sorts—or anyone doing recordings into hides. Perhaps if it did that man would need a helper—or perhaps Daymar could simply be that man: Either way it wasn’t something Sebol had any say in, though… “Kin introduce ye t’ the Candidatemaster if’in ye wanted? An’ I’d be much appreciated with yer help scrollin’. What sort o’ implements would I need barter for? Hides an’ inks?”
There was a sort of need inside him, one that perhaps he wasn’t hiding too well—as he wasn’t aware of feeling it—but he had this strong drive to better himself in ways that weren’t outwardly apparent. The things he wanted to do wouldn’t tone his muscles, tan his flesh, or even callous his hands; but maybe the self-improvements would make him more likely to Impress this time around. Perhaps he could stand not only as the herder-turned-betrayer-turned-dragon-Candidate; but as all of that and a man who could chart, pen formal letters, and perhaps even understand the politics of Weyr life.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 19, 2011 19:41:56 GMT -5
Daymar's courage might be meager, but he had not been raised to embarrass himself by fleeing when there was no clear and present danger. Discomfort, awkwardness, misery - he could handle all those, though he preferred to avoid them when possible, which meant avoiding interaction. He could not avoid this, and walking away wouldn't help. Even if he insisted on moving to an empty room, soon enough someone would live with him, and they might be worse. And he'd still have to contend with Sebolaren as a fellow Candidate spreading tales about him. No...better to put up with this.
The mention of firelizards made him shudder. "No! No...no, thank you all the same, I would rather not. You...you can. They might get stuck in my hair or...they fly about, you see," he finished lamely. "And I'm not very good at the...the outdoors thing." Finding a wild clutch was right out. "And then they, the girl ones...they make more." More firelizards was a terrible thing.
Judgment...Daymar judged. And he felt judged, constantly, if not by those around him, then by the eyes of his father at distant Ruatha Hold. "I've never learned to trust before," he said, with a smile that was half a grimace as well. Sebol would likely not be the one to break through whatever barriers Daymar had put up to protect himself. Although this much conversation on a first meeting was a very good sign.
Relief flooded him at that, and he gave an eager nod. Whatever task he was set, he would do to the best of his ability - he had not been raised to slack off. But solitude and words on a page, that was what he craved, and even if one day of seven could be spent among the Records, he would be happy. "I can make inks," he said. "Assuming I can find the materials at a Weyr; I've no idea what it's like here. Hides are harder to come by, but I could just teach you with a stick in the dirt, you know. No need to waste marks or items."
It was hard for Daymar, who feared and avoided other people, to articulate quite what it was that drove him to help others when he could. Maybe it was some kind of buried-deep compassion and empathy, the thing that had drawn the Searchdragon in the first place. Maybe it was just that his parents both operated as helpers of others, and he'd learned in childhood despite himself. But if he had something to teach Sebol, he couldn't bring himself to walk away, even if his new roommate was mad and wanted firelizards. Ugh.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 20, 2011 12:11:38 GMT -5
Watching Daymar and not laughing took every ounce of tact that Sebolaren possessed; and it wasn’t because he wanted to laugh at the man—because you couldn’t rightly laugh at a man afraid of firelizards when you were a man who took some convincing to jump into the ocean (alright maybe he hadn’t actually managed to go the whole way into the ocean just yet); but instead, because Daymar was pretty much right on all accounts. However he couldn’t laugh, certain that it would probably vilify him to the man as a cruel bully: He also didn’t want to outright agree with him because; while some firelizards were prone to being troublemakers—not all of them were horrible.
So he nodded as the man beat his hasty retreat from even the thought of leaving the safety of the Weyr; and inwardly smiled about how different Dragonmen could be. Here was a man who wouldn’t need any urging from Sebolaren to realize that he belonged here; in the Weyr and above it (okay well maybe he’d need a little urging about flight, but that was what a Weyrlingmaster was for—and that was for later): Yet who had Impressed last hatching but Xiro’el; a man who would probably do his best to leave the Weyr as soon as his dragon could fly. “Th’ do indeed make more,” was just about the only thing he felt safe in commenting on that wouldn’t be affirming some terrible fear—breeding was, at least, a reality.
“Plenty o’ people here have trouble trustin’. Been wonderin’ if it’s a requirement fer Searchin. Means most people start out a fresh scroll so t’ speak. Clean an’ empty. More room t’ fill with the trust o’ yer dragon, an’ the people ye meet an’ will fly with,” he shrugged his shoulders with a smile, of course it was only his opinion, but it made sense to him, and that reminded him of something else. “I know ye aren’t too keen on people. However, there’s a man just Impressed recently. His name is G’dan an’ his dragon is Green Prith. He’s a very quiet sort, tinkerer. He drafts and puzzles over things; keeps to hisself a lot. Not sayin’ ye have to hunt him down, but if’in ye happen to see a quiet willow fellow working on summat’er other, probably him. An’ he’s mighty kind and quiet.”
He nodded as the man talked and then answered with a smile, “I don’t mind t’ spend marks if it’ll help me do something right. Kin get plenty o’ cast off hide pieces from the launder-rooms an durin’ tack making; I’ll just take on some extra work t’ barter fer ‘em. An th’ Weyr does get supplies but we’re also surrounded by a good bit o’ foliage, I believe some people know where t’ find what you’d need t’make inks. An if’n it requires stuff out on th’ trees I kin get it easy enough with my runner. Bring it back t’ you.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 21, 2011 22:51:46 GMT -5
Daymar was pretty sure they were all horrible. The horrible was lurking under the surface, just waiting for the day they'd decide his head made a nice perch, and their tiny little claws dug into his skin, twined with his hair, and then they tried to lift off and took his entire scalp with them...yes, he had nightmares about this. Also about them eating his face off because they thought it was food. At least Sebol didn't laugh, though; Daymar really expected laughing, as he got every time he voiced his opinion of firelizards. But the other man's lips didn't even twitch in a smile, which comforted Daymar a bit, even if the agreement was a bit...lackluster.
"Lots of things make more," he said darkly. It wasn't only the fact that this meant more things existed to upset him - it was the way they were made. Oh, yes, he knew about sex. The process was...terrifying. Best not to think about the specifics. And then came...childbirth. Daymar had overheard his mother discussing that with some of the other hold women once, and his psyche had never recovered.
Trust was a difficult topic for Daymar, who wanted so badly to have loyal friends and yet was convinced he never would; he cocked his head at Sebol's explanation. "So the other Candidates aren't...do they not try to make friends?" he asked hopefully. If they didn't trust easily, maybe they'd just leave him alone. Perfect. A dragon could be trusted, when he Impressed...a whole wing? Perhaps not, but that was what weyrling lessons were for. To beat trust into him with a stick. "G'dan of Prith," he repeated. "You...you would have to introduce me." He couldn't just approach someone who was busy.
Daymar's eyes went huge at that. "You have a runner?" he whispered, not in awe, but in shock. "Don't - don't bring it in here! It won't fit!" There would be no room for them! They would be trampled and die!
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Post by Ruin on Jun 22, 2011 0:29:50 GMT -5
“Of course there are always outgoing Candidates, some people are bound to be different, but honestly I’ve done more approaching than being approached. You might be able to avoid most unwanted attention. Everyone has their mind on other things; not getting in trouble, will they Impress or won’t they, what exactly are they supposed to be doing with their time,” he trailed off with a shrug.
That was about all the comfort Sebolaren could give Daymar; in the very least he shouldn’t be accosted by a roving pack of wild Candidates. Of course the Weyrlings were a different issue entirely, especially Agnith; but there wasn’t any way to warn him without terrifying him. “Of course I can introduce you, I’ve known G’dan for a few moons now; I’ll set that up soon enough. Is there anywhere in particular that you would like to meet him?” He thought perhaps that the conversation could turn to less terrifying things—when the amazed (and terrified) words from Daymar’s mouth alerted Sebol that he’d made a mis-step.
“Technically, she is borrowed, but don’t worry: You’re right, she wouldn’t fit in here, and she’s happier in the stables.” He tried to give what he hoped was his best comforting smile.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 22, 2011 22:32:43 GMT -5
Evading attention was a very, very good thing in Daymar's book, and he relaxed marginally. Much as he secretly craved friendship, it was just sensible to avoid it. Most people could not be trusted, after all. "Is it easy to get in trouble?" he asked nervously. Naturally he knew all the rules, and they didn't seem that hard to follow for a clean-living fellow like himself, but perhaps the Candidatemasters came down hard for every minor infraction.
Being accosted by a roving pack of wild anything would likely kill Daymar, and he intended to spend most of his time hiding in this very room. Of course, the tight schedule would make that difficult, but still. "Someplace inside, perhaps?" he suggested timidly. Meeting people outdoors just added about a thousand frightening possibilities that could spoil it all. Sun. Wind. Rain. Rocks. Stampedes.
Borrowed. Why would anybody want to borrow a runner? Admittedly Sebol had already said that he was a Herder and all of that, but...it didn't make sense. "As long as she's happy," he said dubiously. "Just don't - bring anything in here, and we shall get on splendidly."
Despite the length of their conversation, it was only now that Daymar turned to put his sack of personal items away, a silent acceptance of their roommatehood. Pushing the trunk open, he began to stack things in it. Not much in the way of reminders of home - in fact, none at all; it was mostly plain clothes. All long-sleeved shirts, a few hats, gloves. Anything to cover all his skin.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 24, 2011 9:02:50 GMT -5
“No,” his comforting smile brightened; “It isn’t easy to get into trouble. There are several Candidatemasters and they are all very fine Dragonmen; of course I am not sure how firm they are if one causes trouble because I don’t have a mark against me—as surprising as that may be—but they seem very reasonable.” He thought for a brief moment tallying a list of things that would certainly get a Candidate into trouble; but that Daymar seemed entirely unlikely to participate in. “ “All chores must be done; no shirking, and no sexual relations of any kind. Always keep yourself and your quarters tidy, and attend all lessons—as they’re trying to teach us to respect the Weyr and her dragons. No destruction of Weyr property or defacing her stone walls; no stealing from anywhere within the Weyr—we’re fed regularly and there is always food, but I know many people go in to pilfer wines. No fighting—though shouting does occasionally happen it should never become physical.”
He trailed off into silence; one finger on his chin tapping as he considered whether or not he’d forgotten any major rules. “Oh,” he announced with a brighter smile, “and no one in these rooms after dark save for those who sleep here.” Of course this certainly would not be a problem for the man in front of him; Daymar was already showing just how uncomfortable he was with people—why would he admit someone entrance into his private sleeping room. Sebolaren would be lucky to go the entire rooming period without managing to startle the man by his entering—or exiting—the room. The rule also would not be a problem for Sebol; because there wasn’t a person in the Weyr with whom he could one; show his secret, and two; have that secret mean next to nothing. Aside from perhaps Delilah—but she was a Weyrling, and Werylings weren’t allowed here either.
“I assume runnerbeasts fall into the—no one but those who bunk there—clause; as I would very much like to keep my flawless record I believe you are quite safe.” He fell quiet once more; trying not to watch the man like a hawk as he unpacked: Now that the man was quite distracted it was a natural inkling to observe.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 26, 2011 2:06:04 GMT -5
Several people to impress, Daymar thought faintly - and a dragonet to Impress, perhaps, at the end of it all, if he did well enough to be allowed on the sands. Despite Girieth's certainty that he was meant to ride, Daymar couldn't help but doubt himself. Not ideal fighting material, after all, was he? The Weyr might, early in an Interval, be able to spare such a one as he to run messages all around the world or Search constantly, but with the Pass starting in mere seasons now...he would have to fight, if he Impressed.
"None of that sounds remotely difficult," he said faintly, as it was all things he would do or not do simply by virtue of being himself, anyway. Yet the reminder of such infractions reminded him that rules would be broken, and he asked nervously, "Do people fight often?"
Pressing his lips together, he said vehemently, "No one should be in these rooms before dark, either." This place was going to be his sanctuary; he did not want to walk in to find Sebol having little Candidate parties, leaving him with nowhere to go. He certainly couldn't wander around an unfamiliar place because he was uncomfortable in his own room.
At least he'd ended up with a roommate who agreed that rulebreaking was Bad. They would get on, Daymar thought hopefully; things could be really good here after all. "Do weyrlings have roommates? Just the dragonets, yes?"
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Post by Ruin on Jun 26, 2011 22:06:32 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t say often, I’ve actually yet to witness a fight: Though there have been some moments of tension. That is mostly to do with myself and the fact that I didn’t Impress, and a certain Tanrider who easily has less empathy than your average rock.” He gave the man a bright smile; there was no doubt in his mind that Daymar could go his entire Candidacy and Weyrling period without ruffling too many feathers—especially with how nervous he was. Yet there could always be occasion where he assumed someone hated him.
When the man voiced his firm ultimatum, the Herder put up his hands to forestall any further wrath. “I will rarely be here myself, I’m often at the stables: I assure you that within these rooms you can feel safe.” It wasn’t like he had anyone to even invite over anyway. The majority of the people he was close to had Impressed and gone on; they weren’t even allowed in these Barracks anymore. Certainly Daymar would be safe.
“Weyrlings do have room-mates, and it is based upon dragon rank and size. Kings and Queens have their own quarters; Sub-Kings and Sub-Queens as well when space permits. Then the sizes are spread out among the fighters. A large blue with a black, or a Pink with a Green. Dragon sexes and rider sexes must match as well, I believe. As for whether the rider beds are near one another…I could not tell you. I have not seen the inside of the Weyrling barracks.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 28, 2011 0:37:40 GMT -5
"Which one, the woman or the man?" Daymar asked. Candidate tension pointed to one of the new tanriders, and at least he was aware enough to know vaguely who - or what - they were. "I thought riders were meant to be empathetic..." He knew well what that word meant, and that people without it could not bond properly. It tormented him, secretly. Could he? He was a kind enough bloke when he wasn't scared to death, but empathetic? And yes, he did assume everyone hated him. Because they did. All the dragonets would maul him. All of them.
Hmm, so he would often be alone in the room? That was a pleasant thought. Yes, Daymar had surely selected - perhaps by accident - the best of all possible roommates. "Wash up before you return," he said, though in a milder tone. "And knock first and don't be back late because I will worry."
Daymar bit his lip at that, worrying the skin between his teeth as he fretted mentally upon the subject. Certainly he would not get a large ranking dragon; none would have him, it was a toss-up whether a fighter truly would, despite Girieth's certainty on the matter. The idea of rooming not only with a fellow human, but with two dragonets...and changing up who that human was, meaning there might also be pets...terrible. Just terrible. But at least they wouldn't put him with a girl. Daymar was no sexist; girls were just people, but it was even worse to potentially change in a shared space with one of them. "So they just expect us to wait until we're stuck here to find out if it's horrible?" he asked plaintively.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 28, 2011 13:05:22 GMT -5
As the words poured from Daymar’s lips Sebolaren felt a moment of contrition—perhaps he had spoken too freely of the Tanrider. There was no way to retract what he had said, nor would he lie to make his comment seem unjust, but perhaps he could direct the conversation elsewhere and leave it without elaboration. “Dragonriders are empathetic, they must be in order to Impress—that is one of the key features a Searchdragon senses in the Candidates they whisk away from Hall and Hold. Children of the Weyr—who are usually the offspring of Dragonriders—are already suspected to have this empathy and stand without Searching.”
“If you’ve made it this far—which you have—you already have everything that you need to Impress; in terms of mentality, empathy, and soundness of mind. The only missing piece is the dragon, and you might have to Stand more than once—as I will—in order to find your match, but technically the hard part is already over.” He gave the man an encouraging smile that only warmed as Daymar sounded his ultimatums for rooming together.
“Luckily I pride myself on cleanliness—I want to smell like the stables as much as you want to smell it, and I will knock. I shall also strive to never be late, but there are some events at the stables which may need my attention,” he trailed off; absolutely certain that Daymar had no interest in knowing about the animal birthings, or the occasions where they were forced to put one of the beasts down. He watched the man’s expression change, and followed all of the anxiety and fear that swam through those eyes. He felt that kindling of protective guidance forming in his chest and had to chase a smile from his face; he could not bar that instinctual drive to lead and guide those nervous souls any more than they could supplant their fears with rage. “They expect us to work, and learn, and grow so that when our dragon’s choose us our minds are ready—at that point; with our souls completed—we would rather be nowhere else.”
He knew it was a half-truth. Xiro’el certainly still planned on running from the Weyr the moment Tigreath could carry him. However wanderlust was a non-issue for Daymar—that was certain.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 29, 2011 22:07:52 GMT -5
Daymar was far more astute than his many, many deficiencies might make him appear, and it did not escape him that Sebolaren had glossed over the question of the tanrider. Interesting, and he filed it away without letting his expression change. Prodding would only cause his roommate to clam up and be wary; he could learn far more through observation, and perhaps some mild investigation. Although following Sebol around would just be scary, so he wouldn't go that far.
"Thank you," he said softly instead, as if he'd been completely distracted by his roommate's reassurances. "I fancy that, with the chores, the hard part is just beginning; getting into Candidacy was...easy. Staying in it might be more difficult. But at least we're not rulebreakers." That might help. Maybe they appreciated clean-living, good souls who simply didn't have the strength to do certain chores more than slackers who did whatever they wanted.
Though Daymar nodded to the idea that sometimes Sebol might not be able to be on time, privately he knew he'd fret until his roommate returned. "I will work and learn," he said softly. As much as he could without completely falling apart. "I don't have anywhere else to be, anyway." But perhaps that was saying too much; he closed his trunk on the last of his clothes and sat on it, fidgeting a bit. "So, er...is there food? Anywhere?"
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