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Post by bookworm on Dec 4, 2008 13:37:05 GMT -5
Salye sat alone in her room, which she shared with several other candidates. She tried to be cheerful and optimistic every day, but being away from Monaco was beginning to wear on her. Ista had some similarities to the southern Weyr. It wasn't as different as, say High Reaches (and if Lorisette was any example, the people there were cold as well as the weather), but there was no place like the Weyr where she had been born and raised.
On top of that, she hadn't made any friends here. She didn't want to get too close to the Istan girls, since they seemed to resent the transfers, but the other transfers were too vicious to be friends with. Admittedly, Salye wasn't even sure if she could be true friends with the "competition." Sighing, she lay back on her cot, staring at the ceiling and wishing it was the clear blue sky of the Southern Continent.
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Post by phlysolo on Dec 4, 2008 13:52:55 GMT -5
It was a quiet afternoon and Henerik had, amazingly, found himself with nothing to do. There was no task at hand, no letter he needed to write, no message that Scuttle needed to deliver. The Master Harper's corrispondence had been a short thank you, scrawled haphazardly on a throw-away piece of paper. With no instructions on it on what Henerik needed to accomplish by some close-at-hand date, he had all the freedom in the world suddenly.
But with his new-found time to relax, he discovered that, well, he didn't know how. From his first day at Ista, the attempted murder of B'toc, whose would-be killer was still on the loose, to Lyeth's maiden Flight, to the subsequent Clutching, to the documentation of the strange, mutated firelizards, Henerik had not one single day to himself. With the absence of his normal busyness, he was terribly bored, strangely, and felt as though the day was wasting away into nothingness. He had fed Scuttle, bathed him, oiled him, played with the lizard who was so excited to be payed attention to by the person whom he cared for the most.
Even those fine moments of simple pleasure had seemed wasteful to the Candidate, but he really didn't have anything else to do. So now, he wandered aimlessly through the Candidate area of the Lower Caverns, sighing with his boredom, Scuttle perched merrily on his shoulder.
A door was slightly ajar, he saw. He wasn't the type to go peeking in, but it was strange that a Candidate had forgotten to shut it properly before they left. Thinking it unwise to simply leave it open, Henerik crossed the hallway over to it and was about to press it shut when he saw a young woman, obviously one of the Candidate occupants, laying on the bed, staring up into nothing.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here," He said apologentically, backing up to leave when Scuttle bolted from his shoulder, chirping and squawking in excitement.
Another person! What fun! Scuttle hadn't been so well taken care of for sometime. His was even taking him to see someone else, granted the firelizard had no idea who this girl was. Regardless, it was a female and he was quite happy to see her. Perhaps she would be like that other woman who had come in to see His a few days ago.
Chirruping in his most adorable fashion, he landed somewhere between her legs, peering up at her, his head cocking to and fro, his eyes whirling in delight.
"Scuttle! Leave her be, we aren't supposed to be in here!" He barked at the lizard who turned to him and chittered a series of notes that sounded very much like scolding. "Sorry 'bout him, he's a strong-willed fellow."
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Post by bookworm on Dec 5, 2008 10:39:14 GMT -5
Salye sat up when the door opened, expecting it to be one of her room mates. Then, she let out a little squeak of surprise when she saw it was one of the boy candidates. Hadn't the candidates been in the Weyr long enough to know which side of the barracks they belonged in?
"Don't worry about it," she said with an artificial smile, waiting for the man to leave. Then, something squawked and leaped off of his shoulder. Salye froze, her eyes widening as the flitt landed right between her feet. Scuttle may have been adorable, but all Salye saw was the gold who had attacked her several turns ago.
Not that she was afraid of fire lizards! Of course not! She wasn't afraid of anything!
"Uh...yeah...strong willed..." she said weakly, edging off of the bed and striving not to disturb the flitt. Hopefully he would stay right there.
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Post by phlysolo on Dec 5, 2008 18:48:44 GMT -5
OoC: Henerik lives with the general folks of the Lower Caverns, he's not 'officially' a Candidate IC: The girl's face had a momentarily confused and disdainful look, as though she figured he knew he didn't belong here. Well, indeed he didn't, but that didn't stop the journeyman harper from wandering around the Candidate area of the Lower Caverns. He'd had a delightful conversation with a surprisingly cute Candidate; Kaiton, he believed the boy's name was. Too bad he was far too young for even Henerik's tastes. "I forget that which side is the female and which side is the male here in the Candidate a..rea..." His speech slowed down, an eyebrow quirking upwards in a display of unsure curiosity. Why was she edging away from Scuttle? Had he bothered her previously. The man sent a mental command to the lizard who briefly turned towards him and chirruped, sending him a picture that suggested, at least to Henerik, that she was new to him. The harper's eyes studied the flit and the girl for a moment longer as the bronze started forward, his eyes whirling delightfully, a glorious mixture of blues that faded seamlessly into shades of happy greens. He didn't understand why this other human was sending out waves of fear. She should be scared, she should be happy! Crooning, he hopped forward, aiming his head towards her side in an effort to nuzzle against it. Scuttle knew that if he stayed with her, she wouldn't be scared! "Scuttle! Enough, leave her be! We shouldn't even be in here," He said, sounding a bit more stern with his lizard, but Scuttle paid him no mind.
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Post by bookworm on Dec 5, 2008 22:35:47 GMT -5
Salye stared at the flitter as he stretched his head towards her. Was he going to bite? No, she was being irrational. Forcing a smile for the sake of the Harper, she reached out and gingerly patted his head. She wasn't going to run away from a little flitt, see!
"He just took me by surprise," she said staunchly, turning to Henerik. "I had a rather unpleasant run in with a fire lizard when I was a child," she explained, guessing he probably found her reaction strange. "I'm Salye, by the way. Are you a candidate, too?"
((Sorry it's short, the Hatching hogged my muse.))
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