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Post by mizukitsune on Jun 7, 2010 23:36:52 GMT -5
In the weyr kitchens, all your sensed were assaulted. Scents of spices, of baking bread, and other good things cooking pervaded the nostrils while the banging of pots and the hum of conversation seemed to inhibit one's ability to think. People came in and out, metal flashed in the corner of your eyes and of course, it was also very warm in the kitchens. Especially when you are up to your elbows in hot water, because doing the dishes is your chore today.
Galiar did not actually mind doing dishes, it was just enough to keep from boredom while leaving his mind free to wander, and being used to the bustle and noise of the smithcraft hall, he wasn't bothered by the activity all around him. If only it wasn't so crowded, he felt like he was about to trip over somebody every time he took a stack of clean dishes away. And what a mess that would make. There had to be a more efficient system....perhaps some sort of conveyor belt?
"Hey Candidate! Is there a clean knife over there? We've got a weyrling who need to chop up something for her dragon."
"Oh, just a minute!" he called back, his grand plan interrupted. He grabbed a sharp butchers knife from the pile and scrubbed it clean and rinsed it, and then he walked over to the other end of the kitchen to a butcher block table where meat was usually cut. There stood a girl with weyrling knots on. He presented her the knife with a grin. "Your implement of destruction, fair maiden."
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Post by matsi on Jun 8, 2010 17:20:46 GMT -5
It's so loud![/i] Azra complained silently as she frowned and pet the black firelizard who hung tight to her arm with his tail.
Yes, but that is all. Ayarth replied softly, a reassuring tone to his young voice.
Azra let worry and nervousness shake her body slightly as people worked around her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
I wish I wasn't so shy, Ayarth, She looked around, her warm eyes showing her slight fear and uncertainty. Carlos, the little black Firelizard let out a croon and rubbed his face on Azra's cheek.
''Stop it, Carlos,'' She muttered as she let out a soft giggle and pushed the flitter's head away. Carlos let out a happy warble and lept from her shoulder. He soon did circles around her head, letting out playful croons and warbles.
Azra watched her dear flitter for a moment, until the voice of a person grabbed her attention.
She looked at Galiar and her smile faded. She exteneded her hand slightly, nervous to take it, but soon wrapped her fingers around it lightly.
Say thankyou, Mine! Be polite! Ayarth said with a dragonic laugh in his mindvoice.
''Th-thank you,'' She studdered as she forced out a nervous smile and nodded to the candidate. She recognized him, but had no idea who he was.
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Post by mizukitsune on Jun 8, 2010 20:12:04 GMT -5
The obvious fear of the weyrling girl was troublesome to Galiar. Usually he was the one who had trouble talking, especially around girls, but not even he had ever truly frightened, like it seemed this girl was. It made him want to reassure her, to prove that he, at least, was nothing to be afraid of. He put on his most charming smile.
"You're quite welcome. I'm Galiar, the official washer of dishes today," he said, making light of his menial task. "Your firelizard seems very well behaved. What's his name?" He wanted a firelizard quite badly, but as yet he had not been able to procure an egg through luck, and he certainly didn't have enough marks for such a thing. Candidacy didn't pay well, he thought with a lopsided grin.
"If you need any help, I wouldn't mind a break from dish washing. I hear young dragons eat quite a bit." He figured her dragon must be fairly young for her to e cutting up meat for it. Maybe that was why she seemed so nervous, maybe she'd never done it before. Well that didn't really make sense, there hadn't been a Hatching yesterday, though he'd hear there'd been two Eggs hatched about a sevenday ago, just before he arrived. It figured. Maybe this girl was from that Hatching.
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Post by matsi on Jun 8, 2010 20:31:02 GMT -5
As soon as the Candidate started to speak, Carlos leaned forward and snapped his jaws with a soft growl.
''Carlos, stop it,'' Azra scolded softly as she pet the black's head.
''He's not...friendly. But his name is Carlos,'' She said in a voice that was almost a whisper. The black watched the Candidate with sharp eyes. He would not let this new person NEAR HIS!
''I-I'm Azra...O-of black Ayarth.'' She introduced herself, her dark eyes lowering to the ground as her cheeks turned a soft pink. She had yet to get used to introducing herself in such a way. Made her feel way too important.
You are important, AzraMine! Ayarth commented in the back of her mind.
What ever you say, Ayarth[/i]
The young black let out an angry mindHiss, but Azra ignored it with a flinch.
She looked at Galiar for a moment, pondering over his question.
''S-sure...'' She said as her cheeks turned even more pink.
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Post by mizukitsune on Jun 8, 2010 20:45:40 GMT -5
Galiar raised his eyebrows so high they nearly disappeared into his hair as the little black growled and snapped at him. "Well...I'll be sure to keep my fingers away then. Sorry, I didn't mean to make him angry. But its nice to meet you Azra."
He wondered why she was blushing...maybe her dragon was talking to her? The whole idea of having someone talking into his mind was fascinating to him. He wondered what it would sound like. Or would it even have a sound? It couldn't really have a sound if no one else could hear it, could it? But then..what else would it be besides a sound? He pushed away this thought, as it had become too perplexing.
"Well, I uh..guess we should go get you some meat, I'm sure your dragon...Ayarth..is hungry. It must be pretty wonderful having a dragon. I hope I Impress soon." One peculiarity he noticed about riders is that they were almost always willing to talk about their dragons. Maybe talking about Ayarth would ease her nervousness. He walked into the cool room where the carcasses were hanging. Some of them, herdbeasts for the consumption of weyr denizens, were huge. But there were also smaller ones, fresh-killed wherries mostly, that were small enough for a young dragon.
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Post by matsi on Jun 13, 2010 23:02:55 GMT -5
''It's n-nice to meet you too, Galiar,'' Azra forced out a smile to the candidate for a second, then yelled at the black Flit again as it hissed.
''Just ignore him. He warms up....eventually,'' She looked at the black creature. His eyes were a soft blue with a few small swirls of red dancing around. She sighed and pet the creatures head with a small smile of amusement.
''Y-yeah. He is. He is always hungry, though'' She commented as she followed the candidate slowly. She was a bit nervous about following him, but she didn't let it stop her.
''I am pretty sure you will soon...If I impressed Ayarth, then I am positive you will soon, too. I shouldn't have impressed...'' She muttered, earning a mental hiss from the young dragon.
You are mine, and you are perfect! No other human is mine![/b] Ayarth snarled in her thoughts, making her flinch slightly. His mind--voice soon softened.
You are My AzraMine, and I am you Ayarth. I will protect my AzraMine, for I love you, Mine![/i]
Azra smiled a bit once again as the warmth of Ayarth's words flooded into her.
Love you too, Ayarth,
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