Knitting in the dark... (Open!!)

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"Are you sure you're meant to be a dragon candidate?"

The weaver woman asked the slumped figure in the corner of her stall with a teasing tone. She'd been watching the young man work for about ten minutes so far and it was quite extraordinary. He had such a skilled technique. Pull, wrap, twist, pull, let go... Eavar's slim and agile fingers worked with precision and care. The wool that dangled from the ends of his needle were quite evidently forming a scarf. It wasn't the most difficult thing to make, and Eavar was never the type to show off with his knitting. People who liked to put unneeded embellishments in to their work simply to show off that they could rather made him ill... But even with the simplicity of the garment, it was easy to see the perfectionist touch in each tiny stitch. The wool was dyed a deep emerald green, he'd made sure to match the color as much as he could to Klaith's smooth, grassy hide. Oh how he envied his mother...

Well, Cyrina wasn't really his mother, she was actually his aunt, but that hardly mattered. She was the one who'd cared for him, been there for each turn of the year, encouraged him before he stood at his first hatching and comforted him when he didn't impress... each time... A sick feeling churned in his stomach and he was forced to shift his weight to ease the uncomfortable billow of disappointment. The shift brought him almost nose to nose with the weaver woman he'd been trying to ignore. She'd obviously been trying to ask him something, but Eavar only barely recalled her speaking. "Hm? Oh... yea... It'sjustahobby..." The last part of his sentence spilled out in a hurry as he shifted again to remove the woman's face from his personal bubble.

"Well, you're quite good at it, much better than some of the apprentices I know..."

The compliment made Eavar's cheeks flush. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and tried to will it away, but there was no use. He could try to hide the fact that he needed the approval of others as much as he wished, in the end, a sincere compliment like that always seemed to melt away a little bit of the icy layer he'd sheathed himself in. "Thanks..." He murmured a reply and tried to shake his focus back to where it needed to be... Cyrina's birthday present. The youth had knitted Cyrina just about everything under the sun, mostly because she really enjoyed his craftsmanship, but Eavar wanted to make her something special, something to match her dragon's hide. e was quite sure Kliath would approve of the idea. The green seemed to like Eavar on the few occasions he'd been around her. Eavar had decided she must be the only dragon on Pern that did.

"Kind of a shame to waste the talent"

The woman sighed and went about her business. It took quite a bit of will power for Eavar to bite back a snide comment about waisting nothing when he stood for dragon hatchings instead of being stuck in the lower caverns... That would have been very rude. Normally Eavar wouldn't have cared much about being polite, but she was kind enough to let him hide here and work on his project without being bothered by anything else. Had he snapped she probably would have booted him away. It was too cold for his liking to knit outside, and any other place Cyrina might happen upon him and the surprise would be ruined. Eavar was forced to play nice. It didn't sit well with him.

[Reky]

It was a dreadful, positively awful predicament.

Winter, Kesviry was finding, was a bit of a drag. She'd spent so much time on the Southern Continent before, and she found herself missing it. The warm temperatures were well-suited to her indoorsy habits. While it was warm, everyone else was outside, and the inside was left quiet and empty for her to spend her time in. However, winter farther north in places like Dalibor were cold. Some days, it was tolerable - a little nippy and nothing more - but it was considerably colder today, and as such, most people were staying well inside. As a result, the lower caverns were busy, full of bustling people and idle chatter and pushing and shoving. Even the candidate barracks were getting awful noisy, with all the new candidates that had arrived after she had. She couldn't stand it.

So, she'd taken her folder of papers and transcribed poems and the quill and bottle of ink her mother had sent along as a present, along with a letter asking how she was, and went off in search of somewhere quiet to write a reply. She closed the door to her room. She hoped it would remain just hers. With candidates showing up as fast as they were, she was worried that she would have to share it soon. What if she got a boisterous roommate? She'd snap. Perhaps, though, she'd get lucky and get a quiet roommate, or a smart one, or at least one that wasn't there for anything except sleeping. Maybe, though, she'd just be able to have a room to herself. That was the preferred option.

It was hard to find a quiet place inside, with good lighting. Sure, she could wander to the very ends of the tunnels and find peace and quiet, but also darkness, and that was hardly good for writing letters. It took her a while, but she finally found something that was at least decent, and after asking confirmation from the weaver woman up front, curled herself up behind the stall and went about sorting her supplies out, finding a clean, if tattered, sheet she could write on to send her mother back at Western Hold.

Then she noticed the other person there. A boy. He was knitting something - a scarf, she could see. A lovely, green, perfect scarf. Kesviry blushed.

"Ah," she said, voice barely audible, "I'm sorry. Should... should I leave?" She felt as though she was intruding.

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[Nia]

Kio had covered pretty much all of the Weyr by now and knew all of it's secret little places, so he no longer needed to constantly explore. No, the reason he was wandering around now was partially out of boredom and partially out of interest in it's inhabitants. Dalibor was an interesting place full of... rather strange people. Even the Weyrwoman and single Weyrleader were somewhat odd, though he'd yet to meet them. Apparently the Junior was in a relationship with a Cyanrider and the Senior couldn't stand sleeping with her Weyrleader. But Kio figured he'd better avoid the upper ranks of the Weyr for now. He wasn't nearly established enough. Plus, he hated dealing with arrogant metallic riders. They always seemed to think they were better than him.

Anyway, Kio now found himself walking, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, though the Lower Caverns. It was cold, even inside, and he was quite glad for his favorite jacket. He hummed almost innocently as he briskly walked through the Lower Caverns, searching for something to capture his ever-changing interest. His expression looked almost happy, rather than cocky or arrogant. It wasn't like anyone was around to see him, so he was free to enjoy his little walk. Exercise was good for the body and soul, which was why Kio was such a good person. It was because he walked around a lot, if you didn't get that. Which was also why whers were better than dragons. How those two thoughts managed to connect in Kio's mind, no one will ever know.

A few voices reached Kio's ears and he spun on his heals, heading in that direction. Something about talent, and talents were always fun. Plus, they were the only actual voices he'd heard in... well, since he'd bothered to come down here. The Lower Caverns were oddly empty, or maybe people were just avoiding him. But that was absurd, he hadn't even managed to make any enemies yet! Except that girl, but she was too... unintelligent to go around spreading rumors about him, so he didn't take her as much of a threat. He reached where the voices were coming from and entered, ignoring the Weaver woman completely. He didn't need something as silly as permission to go where ever he wanted... because he was just that good.

There were two others there. A girl, who'd said something that Kio hadn't heard and didn't really care about, and a boy that appeared to be knitting. That immediately caught his attention and he smirked widely, approaching the others with a wide grin and a wave. "Yeah, you have to leave," he said with a mischevious smirk. Apparently he had heard what Kesviry said, and decided to comment quite rudely on it. "It's not a public place, afterall. You don't belong here~," he continued, adding a singsongy, taunting tone at the end before turning his attentions to Eavar and his green scarf. "Ooh, weaving? That's an interesting hobby. A girly one, but interesting. You any good?" Even while commenting on other people's work he managed to sound full of himself. He moved in closer to get a look at what Eavar was knitting.

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