Post by lee on Dec 9, 2013 19:50:59 GMT -5
OOC NOTE I don’t intend for this to be a lengthy thread, or a thread that we transfer to the new site, just something quick and fun for our candidates. Basically, it’s truth or dare--with the caveat that any dares breaking the new candidate rules would not really be wise, so a fairly tame game of T&D, unless you WANT consequences. At the end of your post, go ahead and provide a truth/dare and the next posted can take their pick, or do something else, either way.
Dare: Do your best impression of one of the adult riders--weyrling or candidatemasters, wingseconds, leaders, all fair game.
Truth: What was your most embarrassing childhood moment?
Games.
It was an odd, frivolous sort of way to spend one’s time, wasn’t it? Eithne wasn’t used to having spare time, and what little she’d had in the past had been solitary, with herself, her father, and the burdenbeasts. But there had been times she remembered, and quietly cherished, of time spent overnight at cotholds, full of the excited murmurs of giggling strangers, glows left unturned under the sheets as stories were whispered and shared and swapped. It had been frivolous then, too, but no less fun for it.
The game had started on the girls’ side, but slowly migrated to the common areas shared. Eithne has been wary, but the monotony of their days was grating on her at last, as they worked and learned and worked some more, so that even having a few candlemarks of quiet left her restless and ill at ease. So she had, tentatively, joined. She was the sort who felt obligated towards honesty, and so was wary of asking for ‘truth’, but some of the dares...well, her eyes flicked automatically upwards in a motion that had become habit since the Candidatemaster’s stern lesson, and a frown of distaste accompanied the glance, seeking out their ever-watchful sentries. So far, no dare had broken the mandate that had been laid upon them all, keeping the exploits fairly innocuous, but Eithne, who did not believe in breaking her word, did not care to be the first called to do something that would leave her with the choice of doing that or bringing the candidatemaster’s wrath upon them.
Recklessness, she had said, was not encourage.
The thought made the quiet girl sigh, eyes drifting down from the ceiling. She had not thought herself, by nature, to be reckless, but it wasn’t strictly true. She had begun to suspect since that one, cold thrill of solidarity sped through her skin as the iron wherling entwined around her ankles, that perhaps she was terribly reckless after all, and the stubborn, elegant control was in fact symptom and response rather than truth in and of itself.
A laugh from her own lips startled her out of her thoughts, the soft bubble of sound ending as she raised a hand to cover it, leaving a smile behind. “Which of the kingriders do I most prefer?” Her eyes danced in amusement, for it was a silly question, since she hadn’t met a single one of them. Still, she took the time to thoughtfully consider the question--or, perhaps, pretend to, it was difficult to say--before solemnly musing, “Why, O’sho of Bronze Daidoroth, of course!” At the cries for further explanation, the girl raised her hands stubbornly, sea-green eyes warm and pleased in a way they were usually not. “He’s dignified! Vintage appearance.” She protested, “And most kind, by all accounts” She raised a finger to wave at the baleful eyes keeping watch on them from the rafters and murmured with decent cheer, “And don’t you go tattling there, I shan’t do a thing about my newly discovered fancy, and nor would I!” After all, she still knew next to nothing about the man, but she knew even less about the others, and most importantly, the poor man had Fajra, who...Eithne shivered, and passed the shell to the next person.
Dare: Do your best impression of one of the adult riders--weyrling or candidatemasters, wingseconds, leaders, all fair game.
Truth: What was your most embarrassing childhood moment?
