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Post by RhiaBlack on Aug 14, 2011 7:46:07 GMT -5
The air was chilled outside, similar to what she'd left behind in Tillek - but Tillek didn't have the wind. It bit through ill-fitting clothing, it washed over one's skin and made anything but the thickest clothing obsolete. Thankfully, it wasn't yet an issue.
Yva settled in the opening entry that led into the lower caverns, her auburn-and-blonde-streaked mane left down to hang around her perpetually suntanned features. She'd lighten up as the months wore on, but not by much. Sevonn and her parents had both been relatively olive-skinned, and Sevonn had always been moreso than she. Her hair was thick, and though it was occasionally pushed up and outwards in a flare of a breeze from outside, it served well to keep her ears warm. At least until she continued back to work. Someone had mentioned her organizational skills at the stables, and as such she'd been tasked with dealing with some of the many storage rooms. Whether she was supposed to have help or not, was a question left unanswered.
For now, she lingered there in the corridor, flute in her lap as she cleaned it, lukewarm mug of klah by her knee on the floor. It was half-touched, her attention settled both on the dismally chilly world outside, and on the instrument that had been gifted her. One she'd had little time to play since she'd arrived at Dalibor, due to chores and candidate training.
Gold Couineth's flight had been recent, she knew. The rumors circling weren't hard to overhear, and there was excitement that filtered through the barracks at the promise of a new Clutch to stand for. Her jaw tightened. She promised herself she wouldn't be disappointed if she was left standing - hopefully if Sevonn came, it would be lucky for her. She didn't care what she got, anything would be better than nothing. Though many would be happy sitting inside and handling affairs within the Weyr, Yva wouldn't. She wanted to be outside, fighting Thread, protecting her brother's world just as he'd protected hers when their father had gone missing. She did her best to quell the worriment that threatened to displace her hopes, wondering if he was all right back at Tillek by himself. She shined the outside of the flute with a piece of cloth, and sighed forlornly. She missed him dearly, but she was determined to make him proud.
The break she was taking was a welcome one. Hauling sacks of grain, crates of supplies, and organizing coils of rope and wire had turned out to be much harder than she suspected it would be, and though the kitchen was still a disaster, the makeshift one that had been set up served well enough. She'd retrieved herself a mug full, and retreated to the recesses of the Lower Caverns to be close to her work, should anyone say anything.
But ever since, she'd been left practically alone with her Klah and her Flute.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 21, 2011 10:14:59 GMT -5
Yvonnaei was not the only soul put to storage work. Hearts went out to the destruction of the kitchens and the dining hall, but far more mundane Weyr tasks still needed to be accomplished each and every day. Eager volunteers that arrived at the devastation might find themselves reassigned to equally heroic but less visually stimulating tasks such as mucking the stables or clearing the roads from dock to Weyr. Lexony never required such reassignment. He only checked the schedule at the barracks that morning and headed to his assigned post in the stores, making no detours for drama.
In the dim, warm lower caverns he worked through many hours shifting boxes, then opening them and sorting their innards. His middling literacy thankfully suited him for tallying. Having an ex-harper for a mother had its blessings. In fact it had been Lexony's observation that any sort of Craft presence in a family tended to send reading and speaking proficiency skyrocketing. His coworkers at old Fort who had never seen their heritage rise much past drudgery or guarding could not say a single word without a drawl, though their Harper-corrected singing was normal. Strange memory to start bothering him, so far from all that he knew.
At the lunch hour he tried to seek out the other Candidate who had been working nearby. But he could not find her, so he went on alone. It was in coming back Lexony spied a figure of rich red-brown hair with a flute at her side. Harpers again? Or maybe just flute-players, he thought with a smile. He came striding up to her, his plain gray clothing overlaid by wherhide boots and a patched jacket for warmth. A bread roll flashed its tan color against his white mitten.
"Yvonnaei," he said to catch her attention before he was right upon her. He knew her name from lessons, but he could only hope she grasped his as he had not talked to her before besides that. Lexony thought to sit down at the opposite arch of the entryway, but just that moment a drudge barked at him and drove a cart through the very spot, almost catching the girl Candidate's feet as well.
Lexony blinked, features working over an uncertain grin that warmed right back up when he returned his eyes to Yvonnaei. "Guess I'll stand then," he proposed, and bit off a piece of his bread roll. It tasted a little old, but it was food rather than an empty stomach, so he had no right to complain. He noticed Yva's klah cup was neither empty nor steaming hot. "You look like you're excited. About Coui?" Excited being a very liberal interpretation of tense. Personally Lex had been a bit confused by the Flight, with its paltry show of attendees. Perhaps Couineth was disliked for some reason, though he could not fathom that. She was a queen. "What sorts of songs do you play?" He pointed his free mitten at the flute. A kitten's face had been embroidered on the palm of the mitten, visible as he gestured.
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Post by RhiaBlack on Aug 21, 2011 14:51:42 GMT -5
Yva had been lost in thought, running a rag along the length of the flute as she stared blankly at her reflection in the silver surface. At the mention of her name, steel-hued, blue-grey eyes snapped up to the person in question. It took a moment for it to fully register, before the name clicked in her head. Lexony. She'd heard it spoken at lessons, his name, but like him she'd never spoken to him personally.
Her boot-clad feet were jerked backwards as the Drudge passed with the cart, and she muttered a dark stream of less-than-savory phases about Drudges who should really watch where they're going with things that could possibly crush people. She scooted over as much as she could, offering a place to sit as she moved her Klah to the other side of her.
"Aye, a little. I hear her Flight was recent, if it serves to reason I suspect we'll be Standing for her clutch soon enough. Would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. What about you, been thinking about it yourself? And...I suppose we haven't really formally met. You can call me Yva, if you want. It's a little less of a mouthful." She looked a little sheepish when she realized he'd caught her with her flute out, and her gaze dropped slightly before she bit the inside of her lip.
"I...uh....I'm a Journeyman Herder, or I was, back at Tillek. My brother Sevonn, he's a Harper, he bought it for me a little over ten turns ago. Almost eleven. I'm not much of a player, admittedly, I normally just play whatever comes to mind, whatever I can figure out on my own. Sometimes what he used to show me. It's something to remind me of home." She sighed wistfully, looking momentarily forlorn. It was gone as quickly as it came - his smile was contagious, and it resulted in a return grin from the auburn-haired Candidate.
"I think about him a lot, being this far away from the Hold kind of makes me realize sometimes how much I really miss him. I've been working in the storage rooms for the last few candlemarks, so all that lifting's been a little rough on me, I think. As much as I didn't want to, I decided I should probably sit down for a minute before I end up in the Infirmary. No good being laid up with work still to do, I guess." She smiled quietly at the kitten on his glove, and raised a brow. "Those are adorable. Did someone you know make them for you?"
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 23, 2011 12:05:40 GMT -5
Had none of the other Candidates taken notice of the Flight as it happened? Lexony bit into his bread roll on that notion and chewed sluggishly to keep any of his thoughts from coming to words. Couineth's maiden voyage had not been the horrific travesty against all decency and sensibility holder stories predicted, but he had definitely felt his guts twist a few times over.
"If that's what you want," he appended to her self-degradation. Lex was no enemy of the shortened title, but of shyness surely. His face lit with a smile, even with that narrow hooked nose cruel and rigid at the center of it. "You have accomplished much then," he insisted, holding his hands out to either side, illustrating Yva's great quantity of worth. "Most people are not Harpers, but most can be good players. At my home, my original home, we could only whistle or hum, but for all our practice we became quite excellent at it." Picking off the last crumbs of his bread roll, he extended his clean mitten to the girl to aid her onto her feet.
He brushed his hair back with the other hand. "My wife." The ex-guard's cheeks pinked as he looked at the black and white feline face peeking out at him from his palm. "She says it is my sigil. I had to inform her that is not appropriate by tradition. Only holds get sigils. I am sure there is a holder somewhere very upset that I have stolen his noble identity." The Candidate laughed softly. "The kit is Piero. He came up to us at Western. Couldn't keep his head more than a half-inch off the ground, and it tended to hang sideways. Naturally Eywren had to keep him. Her official excuse is that he will keep tunnelsnakes away from the baby. She's terrified of the creatures."
Lexony shrugged, not quite smiling anymore. He had not entirely appreciated having another mouth to feed, let alone that of a sickly kitten. "She started stitching him into everything before I forced her to stop. She saw sense, but she still gave me these last Turnover. So, I have become Lexony of the Wobbleheaded Kitten."
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Post by RhiaBlack on Aug 23, 2011 14:22:38 GMT -5
She took hold of his hand, hoisting herself upwards from the awkward seating and bringing her flute with her. Bending back down once she was on her feet, she picked up her by-now almost cold Klah, and nodded curtly.
"Thank you. And aye, Sevonn - my brother - he tells me all the time that the only difference between Harpers and the rest of us is a penchant for telling a good story. So I suppose it makes me feel better about it, but I'm...admittedly kind of shy when it comes to playing in public." She tucked her flute into the container, having wrapped the rag around the center to keep the instrument from beating against the leather sides. "I know there's more than a few of them here, so I try not to be anything worth critiquing if I can help it. Besides, I imagine the Candidatemaster would get pretty angry if they figured out I spent any measure of time -not- doing chores..."
She giggled slightly to herself, shaking her head as she moved with Lex towards the storage rooms, sipping on the chilled Klah as if it didn't really bother her, the fact it wasn't warm.
"Wife, hmm? That's pretty amazing! Then again, I imagine a lot of people marry young around here. I mean, I'm not calling you too young of course, Hold life doesn't exactly account for being older and waiting to have kids, I presume. Still, I don't encounter a lot of married men and women lately. So it's nice to see someone who's found who they want to be with. I bet it's hard not having her here, but I hope she's proud that you were Searched. How old's your little one, I heard you mention a baby?"
He'd peaked her intrigue. She'd never met a married Candidate before, and it was interesting to talk to someone with a totally different take on being at the Weyr. And with kids - a kid? - no less! She laughed at the "Wobbleheaded Kitten" title, shaking her head again with a broad, genuine smile.
"Kittens are adorable. I see a lot of people that lose love for them when they get older and aren't as cute anymore, but they're a fond creature to have for me, also. Pets are nice. They don't begrudge you for much, and they're pretty excellent judges of character, that I've seen. It's kind of sweet for her to take pity on something that needs help like that. It shows how good a heart she has. Not many women like that in this world anymore. I see a whole lot of ruthless ones that are out for themselves, they don't really care about anyone or anything they have to step on to get what they want. It makes me sad. They'd be surprised how much further you can go being nice to people - and it's not even that whole 'so sweet they rot your teeth out' thing. Just...not being shardin' harpies to one another and what not. If it makes any sense."
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 23, 2011 17:58:40 GMT -5
"I think they do a little more than stories and songs," Lexony offered, but was unable to elaborate. He did not know what Harpers did exactly, yet they had always appeared hurried and harried. Why would Pern need a Craft just for music? Anyone with a left foot and guitar could play a Gather. Teaching and education was part of their esteemed role too, but as far as he knew it did not entail the sort of running through the night and short-worded urgency he had seen at Fort. When Yvonnaei persisted in avoiding her own talents, he let her be.
He could always try for a bit of music when they were no longer on chores. "Waiting? For what?" he asked, puzzled at the notion. His shoulders rose at the Weyr's lack of a properly joined population. "It is the way of dragonriders." Discomfort entered the Fort-born's voice, and he was sluggish to speak again afterwards. He did not address, to confirm or deny, the statement of how much he missed Eywren, and how proud she was of him. "In a few months he'll be three. Maybe I don't get to call him a baby anymore then," he said, relaxing as the subject turned over.
It was impossible to miss her drinking her cold klah. Lexony grinned. "He won't be smart enough yet to get upset about it though, I think." Inwards from the entrance the tunnels rapidly warmed, and he stuffed the mittens in his pockets, opening his coat. "Eywren was the right woman for me," he praised in a rote, unethused fashion when the talk eventually turned back to his wife. His deep brown eyes turned on Yvonnaei as she began to issue a lecture on the subject of other women-- well, women besides Eywren. And herself. "I..." he started at one point, but she seemed to have other things she needed to get out, so he went silent again.
When she slipped into cursing, Lexony dropped the tally slate he had just picked up from one hand and flinched as it clattered on the floor. It had a protective frame, so the fall did not shatter it. "Sorry," he said as he recovered the slate, swallowing as he tucked it against his chest like it was a wriggling child. His fingers were white around the top of the slate as he walked back to the other Candidate's side. For a few moments he stared at her, a polite smile plastered over his features.
He had to respond somehow, so he blinked and looked to some interesting spot off to the right of her head, then back at her with a furrowed brow. "I worked as a guard before now. Don't meet a lot of women that way...I guess I don't have as much experience with them as you do. I am glad you value kindness though. I do too." Lexony hunched his shoulders in a humored half-shrug. "I'm pretty sure Piero would not know bad from good. He recognizes two kinds of people: those with food, and those without."
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Post by RhiaBlack on Aug 26, 2011 1:00:10 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, of course. They teach, too. Sevonn's been apprenticing some more under another Harper at Tillek to see if he can't learn what he needs to know to get his Masterknots. He's been working really hard - at least that's what he told me in the post letter I got the other day from him. I let him know that there was a Hatching coming, and he said he would try to make it here to watch me Stand. I just hope it's all right for him to come - I mean, I've never done the whole Candidate thing before, so I'm not sure if it would be all right for him to stay here while we wait for the clutch to hatch. I promised him I'd send word as soon as Gold Couineth clutched, so I'm hoping he makes it in time. Is your family coming to watch you Stand? I imagine it would be pretty exciting." She gave him a wide smile, noting the mention of his son's age. "Wow, three! I bet he loves you very much. I lost my Dad a few turns back, the night Sevonn got his Journeyman knots. I miss him a lot..." She trailed off. There was no point in dragging down the conversation, and she wasn't inclined to downtrod a mood with such things. It was a story for another time, more than likely.
When he dropped the tally slate, she jumped, startled. As he recovered, she caught the shift in expression, and frowned.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't offend you did I?! It slips sometimes, I didn't mean to - I speak before I think sometimes, and it just kind of...yeah. Sevonn used to yell at me all the time about it, and tell me a proper lady doesn't swear. He's not here to keep on me about it, so I forget. I'll try not to cuss around you, if it doesn't sit well. I guess I probably shouldn't at all, honestly."
She wrung her hands before they finally got to one of the rooms they'd been assigned, and she wasted no time. She went straight to organizing, kicking herself at the aspect of offending someone who probably wasn't used to seeing women do much of anything but housework and child-rearing. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but there had been a lot of things that her father's disappearance had de-sheltered her to. Regardless, she wasn't prone to offending people she'd only just met personally. Like she'd said earlier, there was something to be said for being nice to everyone. Especially people she'd probably be flying with to fight Thread in the near future.
She checked and straightened the contents of one crate, lifting another up and stacking it atop of it. She pushed both of them into the corner, moving several sacks of various things out of the way first. They were neatly lined up against the wall, and she settled her hands to her hips to look over the rest of the cluttered-up room. Her hair was pulled upwards, twisted, and held with one short-nailed hand as she pulled a pair of silver, tapered metal rods from the pocket on her thigh. They were unceremoniously shoved into the twisted mass of hair to keep it off her neck and out of the way.
"A guard? That's pretty interesting - did you guard the whole Hold, or just certain parts? And did anything ever try to come in that you had to stop?"
Her curiosity got the best of her, and she paused for a moment to listen - before she realized she wasn't working, and went back to it. Her attention was still very obviously on Lex.
"Most animals are like that, I think. The dogs at the Hold were like that - if you had a treat or something to give them, they were your best friends in the world. There was a black one named Shelley that one of the Drudges owned, she went out to the fields with him every day, and I took her a dried wherry strip when I went to do chores in the mornings. She was the sweetest thing."
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 27, 2011 11:21:06 GMT -5
Yvonnaei talked a great deal about her brother. And her father. Her missing, likely dead father. It was perhaps not the first thing the dad of a three-Turn-old wanted to hear about. Then she was apologizing, fussing, and doing it all while keeping up that steady stream of words Lexony had no capacity to respond to. When she finally showed herself away, he looked down at the slate in his hands and checked it for damage. The frame had sheltered it.
"I was just surprised," he replied at last. "I hope Lexen will know I am there for him for many Turns to come." Lexony dared not say anything more lest he risk another verbal torrent from his fellow Candidate. He looked down his list of supplies, then began moving along the shelves and ticking off the presence of each item. Where he found things in disarray, he paused to straighten them. Where he did not find what he needed at all, he circled the tally box. Yvonnaei settled quietly into the rhythm of the work too, and for that Lexony was glad.
It was not that he disliked talking to her, not exactly, but chatting during chores was not his priority. When she did speak after some time, he was much happier to answer now that he felt like he was still accomplishing his duties in the meantime. "Not the whole Hold. Fort Hold is enormous. There are many guards. Western is a similar situation. We were rotated to guarding different places each day. There are also patrols, but the most active and lengthy of those are conducted by Wherhandlers."
He decided to leave the animal-related subjects unacknowledged. Animals were tools, unless said animals were related to Piero, in which case they were merely leeches on supplies and time. "At a major hold like Fort or Western there is never much trouble with organized groups, but drunkards and young men, sure." Lexony chuckled, though in the course of his job he had never found confronting the errant holders with his sword and armor very funny. "Large predators stay away, but small ones will naturally try to slither in and get at chickens. They're not very bright."
Hanging the tally slate back on the appropriate hook by its rope, he turned to her. "It is more a career of observation. We have to fill out long reports when our shifts are over, writing down everything we saw. Something that may not look important to one of us may be better understood by the Guard Captain or Steward."
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Post by RhiaBlack on Aug 30, 2011 1:02:28 GMT -5
Yva settled into relative silence. He obviously wasn't one to chatter a whole lot - to be honest, he seemed more than a little awkward. At least, it seemed that way. Then again, she did find herself talking an awful lot. She worked for a time in relative silence, somewhat afraid she'd given him the wrong impression. She didn't rightly care one way or another, but at the same time it wasn't good to make enemies. Not when a great deal of these people would be those she'd be flying with. Fighting Thread with, she hoped.
Hoisting some sacks of Faranth-only-knew-what atop one another, she used her knee to shift them a bit more evenly into place, and picked up a broom leaning against one wall - obviously placed there by a Drudge or someone for Candidates to use. It seemed somewhat out of place, even in a storage room, so it was the only logical reasoning she could draw herself to.
Wiping the side of her face with a forearm, she finally looked towards Lex, the silence broken by a bit softer, but nevertheless still making-small-talk-because-total-silence-annoyed-her tone. It wasn't timid, but it was pretty obvious she'd noticed she was being a pain in the ass.
"Sorry if I talk a lot. The Herders at Tillek used to complain about it. I got to the point where I wouldn't talk at all, most of the time - so sometimes it just kind of...well...runs away with me. The last thing you probably care about is some random Candidate you just met, so I'll do my best to not talk your ears off about things that really don't matter, I guess. It's nice working with someone who has such a good work ethic, though." She shifted in place, starting to sweep out a corner she'd emptied, to move a rack there and stack it with the grain bags she'd just relocated.
"That sort of Guard-work seems awfully boring. But important, nevertheless, I suppose. It must be nice to have something a bit more physical to do?"
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