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Post by Kaemi on Jul 4, 2010 21:28:53 GMT -5
Who: L'mar What: Kitchen Duty (hence my super-creative title!) When: Afternoon Where: Kitchen
“No, Dalisth, I have to go. Please? Just... just take care of our little no-name, here,” L'mar told his green as he left the weyrling barracks. He spared one last glance at the weyrling dragon, as well as the flitter hatchling he had found a sevenday previously. The egg had hatched two night ago into a little blue hatchling, whom L'mar had yet to name. It made him nervous to leave them alone together, but he had to go to chores and the little blue was sleeping.
Many a day had seen L'mar shirking his chores, ignoring the assignments, and talking someone else into doing his work for him. He found them dull and droll, and he absolutely loathed taking time out of his day to do it. However, there were a few assignments he would do: and he truthfully enjoyed working in the Kitchens. So today found the weyrling walking into the Kitchens, with a small smile playing on his lips. “Greetings all,” he called cheerily, acknowledging the Head Cook with a wave, along with the kitchen girl who favored him.
He then walked up to Cook, happily, and bowed histrionically. “Head Cook, assign me to whatever task your heart desires,” he told her, the smile growing larger as he looked at her annoyed, and yet amused, eyes. “I am merely here to serve you, my Head Cook, and I request that you use me as is fit for our stations.” Rising from his bow, L'mar grinned up at Cook.
After a few minutes of being berated for such nonsensical behavior (although L'mar didn't miss the dancing of her eyes as she did it), he was assigned to the stirring of the... whatever that was in the pots for tonight's night meal, as well as the chopping of ingredients. He was under strict instruction to not do anything other than stirring and chopping. Once he was through chopping, he was not to add it into the stew. He was not to add anything in the stew (obviously, Cook had learned to give him stricter instructions after he put a spicy herb into the stew he was told to stir).
Well, that took the fun out of things. Dali... I'm bored... he told his green mentally. Oh, nope, she was asleep. Shells. Bored now, L'mar looked around for things to do, people to talk to, pranks to pull without drawing the wrath of Cook down upon him.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Jul 6, 2010 9:34:17 GMT -5
Kheron stood and stretched mightily, working his muscles for a few moments to awaken his body after sitting for so long. He had spent part of his free time helping the beastcrafters break a few young runners, and the soreness in his legs and thighs told the candidate just how long it had been since he was at Conner’s farm, cutting and roping the herd of cattle with Riona. Part of the boy missed his former life, the simplicity of wrangling, but the larger part of him burned with the desire to prove himself to Cerulean and further to prove himself worthy of Impressing a dragon. It had not taken long for the kid to become awe-struck by the riders and their magnificent bonded ones, the mighty dragons the most amazing and magnificent things he had ever seen in his life. A fervent longing to become a dragonrider smoldered within him, and Kher had pushed himself in chores and lessons to be deserving of it.
It was time for his afternoon chores, now, and the boy changed into some older clothing, knowing that he was not exactly the most talented person when it came to working in a kitchen. Kheron was no slouch, but cooking just wasn’t in his set of skills, and more often than not he ended up wearing the food he was preparing. Grinning a bit, the wrangler looked up to find his little flit watching him expectedly from his pillow, her eyes whirling slowly. For a green, Yumi was a quiet and calm thing, and she was almost perfectly matched to Hers in that respect. However, they shared a common bond, one even stronger than that, in their lack of fear. Both Yumi and Kher were afraid of nothing, their courage never failing in the face of anything. Especially the little flit, for she would not even think twice about getting in the face of anything, twoleg or bigwing alike, when it came to protecting Hers.
Smiling, the ex-beastcrafter reached out and gently scratched the green’s back, enjoying her hum of contentment as he did so. “Stay here, now. I have to do my chores.” Yumi cheeped her understanding, not quite knowing exactly what all of his words meant, but still grasping the basic concept of the thoughts he impressed upon her. Stay. Wait for Hers. She could do that. Curling up on the pillow as Kheron left, the little flit dozed, content to wait until he returned.
Striding to the kitchens, the boy caught the end of a conversation between a weyrling and the head cook, or apparently a berating, as it were. Tilting his head to the side, Kheron rather thought neither of them really appeared to be all that upset, but didn’t stick his nose in it. That was one trait that was outside of the boy’s nature completely. Waiting for the other boy to be assigned his chores, the candidate approached the head cook as well. “Good afternoon, ma’am. I’m Kheron, I have kitchen duty.” The cook looked him over once, and raised a brow as she asked about his proficiency in the kitchen. When the ex-beastcrafter admitted to his…limited and admittedly awful talent for cooking, she laughed. She had rather thought so already, apparently, and set him to peeling for the afternoon. Well, that was something he could do, anyway. Knives didn’t bother him; it was the food and spices that was out of his league.
Taking the basket of veggies and heading to a stool in the corner, Kheron sat and whipped out the knife, then began his chore. Glancing over, he saw the other boy stirring a large pot, looking decidedly bored. Without looking up from the vegetable and knife, since he didn’t want to cut himself, the candidate said amiably, “You probably heard already, but I’m Kheron. You look bored. What’s your name?” The wrangler rather thought the weyrling would know he was talking to him.
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Post by Kristin on Jul 6, 2010 10:48:59 GMT -5
Kivin stroked the brown hide of his firelizard that was currently nestled in the candidate‘s lap. Toll was sound asleep and Kivin regretted having to disturb his companion but duty called. Kitchen duty to be exact. He hadn‘t had to work in the Kitchens before and was slightly anxious, as he was always before new situations. He really hoped that someone he knew was also working in the Kitchens, that would make it easier. Not that he knew many in the Weyr. Maybe he would get to know someone new today. He hoped the people he would be working with would be quiet and easygoing but not shy. Kivin was shy enough for two people. But it didn‘t do to postpone the invitable and he gently eased his hands underneath Toll to pick the brown up and put him down in Kivin‘s cot. The firelizard opened one eye lazily at the disturbance but then he was asleep again. Lucky boy, Kivin thought and reluctantly made his way to the kitchens.
He timidly made his way through the hustle and bustle in the Kitchens to the woman he recognized as the Head Cook. He somehow managed to stammer up his name and reason for being here and was gently steered towards another boy with the instructions to also chop ingredients for the stew like the boy that had already arrived. Kivin walked very hesitantly towards the boy. He knew him by reputation only but the weyrling‘s reputation as a troublemaker was enough to make Kivin balk at the thought of having to work with him. It was a small relief to Kivin that the boy wasn‘t all that tall, but he was still tall enough to look down on Kivin, as a large majority of people were able to do.
He silently took his place near L‘mar and started to chop, keeping his head down. He really hoped that the weyrling wouldn‘t bother him, or worse, prank him. It would be nice however to talk to him but the small boy didn‘t dare to speak up first. Kivin had been so focused on L‘mar that he hadn‘t noticed right away that Kheron was also in the Kitchens. But when he did, the candidate immediately relaxed. Kheron he knew, his fellow candidate was nice and Kivin wasn‘t so shy around him anymore. He smiled brightly at Kheron before going back to chopping, he didn‘t want to interrupt the conversation between Kheron and L‘mar.
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Kaemi
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 7, 2010 9:15:32 GMT -5
Bored... bored... bored... L'mar timed his chopping to his internal-mantra. Setting the knife down for a moment, the weyrling began stirring the stew, which also fell in time with his mantra, until the boy who called himself Kheron came and began doing whatever Cook had assigned him to. “Hey, Kheron. Good to meet you: I'm L'mar of green Dalisth.” He smiled, putting down the long spoon again to begin chopping. “You're right-- I was bored. It's just so dull...”
Another boy came up and started working, too. He didn't say anything, but that was no fun, so L'mar turned towards him mid-chop and grinned. “L'mar of Dalisth,” he greeted. “What's your name?” The weyrling probably would have extended his hand to both of the others, but they were all kind of- busy. So, instead, he just started talking some more.
“You guys are candidates, right? I'm a weyrling.” Obviously. He was doing chores, and he had a dragon. L'mar was pretty sure that none of the riders were berated by the Head Cook for chores they needed to complete, but hey, he could be wrong. 'MarMine, the little nuisance woke up and will not be quiet. Make him be quiet! Please? Dalisth requested irritably. Hers could almost see her tail swishing in frustration. He's supposed to be your cousin, or something... and he's little. Be nice to him.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Jul 7, 2010 22:50:48 GMT -5
Sliding the knife easily along the surface of the vegetable in his hand, Kheron sliced the skin off quickly, working the blade with practiced effortlessness. Grinning a bit, he looked up momentarily as the weyrling introduced himself, nodding his head in recognition. "Nice to meet you, too, L'mar." Amber eyes dropping back to the work at hand, the wrangler continued his chore as the other went to chopping up more food. "I'll agree on that. Besides, the kitchen is the worst place to ever put me. Can't cook to save myself." That was certainly the truth. Only once had the boy every tried his hand at that particular skill, and after Riona discovered the result, she had forbade him from ever entering their kitchen again. Ever.
Glancing up as he caught movement from the corner of his eye, the candidate grinned widely as he recognized the new arrival. "Hey Kivin. Didn't know you had kitchen duty, too." Kheron sounded pleased to see the other boy, and he truly was. It had been great fun getting to know him on the beach, and he was really the only person the ex-beastcrafter could call friend in Cerulean. To have him assigned to the same chore made the dreadful kitchen duty seem a little less horrible.
Waiting for Kivin to reply to the weyrling's question first, the wrangler then supplied his own response. "A candidate indeed." He affirmed, tossing another vegetable on the counter and taking another to peel. Although Kheron was still what some could call 'new' to the weyr, he was beginning to settle down and adjust to his changed life, and things were coming easier to him now. It was no longer strange to call himself 'candidate', and he had begun to move about Cerulean with confidence instead of wide-eyed wonder. Of course, the wrangler was still utterly in awe of the majestic dragons, but he no longer had to stop and pick his jaw up off the floor whenever he saw one up close anymore. Kher then glanced over at the weyrling, curious about him. "So how long ago did you Impress, L'mar? Been at the weyr long?"
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Post by Kristin on Jul 9, 2010 17:30:23 GMT -5
He could feel his face getting hot and he knew he was blushing. Kivin sighed with annoyance at himself. He hated how often he blushed when most of the time he knew he really didn‘t have any reason to. Like now, when a new person started talking to him. But it wasn‘t just any person, there was something about this boy that made him nervous. „Kivin and yes, I‘m a candidate.“ He looked up when answering L‘mar careful to but quickly looked down again to focus on his task. Despite what he‘d heard before about L‘mar, the weyrling really did seem like a nice person and he did want to talk to him more but he wasn‘t quite yet comfortable enough with him.
Kheron, he was comfortable with however. It had been nice to get to know him when Kheron had been practicing archery with H‘seo but then there had been peace and quiet but it was very different here in the hustle and bustle of the kitchen and Kivin was thankful for that they had already moved past the awkward introduction stage or it would probably have been just as hard for him talking Kheron as it seemed to be with L‘mar. He could even do small talk with Kheron. „How is your little beauty, Yumi, doing?
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 9, 2010 18:25:01 GMT -5
Grinning, L'mar listened to Kheron as he continued to chop. His eyes were focused on the knife, the ingredient, and his fingers, making sure to cut what needed to be cut and keep blood and slices of skin out of tonight's dinner. Looking up briefly, he shrugged at the candidate, realized that he was probably chopping and not looking, and replied, “You seem to be chopping just fine. Anyways, if they let me in the kitchen, then I'm sure you'd have to poison a few people before they kicked you out.” Which he didn't really suggest, unless it was a sleeping poison or the kind involving alcohol. Those two were fun, and he hadn't yet tried them here. He was saving those for a later date.
Kheron and the other one-- Kivin, he discovered quickly-- apparently knew one another. The other one seemed a little bit shy; there was no problem in that, but L'mar would really rather he talked. Otherwise, he'd be terribly bored if Kheron had to leave. “It's a pleasure, Kivin,” he said pleasantly, taking the moment to cease his chopping and stir the contents of the large pot. The new activity allowed him to look at his two new companions, although he made sure to look entranced by his chore whenever Cook looked at him.
“I moved to Cerulean from Silver Cove, right after it was established," he said, keeping his light tone of voice and blocking out the memories of the devastation, "and then Impressed Dalisth. So I've been here for about half a turn. How about the two of you?” He grinned at both boys, and although it lacked a bit of its usual cheeriness, it was unlikely either of them would notice if they happened to look up. Then he piggy-backed onto Kivin's question (obviously one of familiarity to Kheron-- it was obvious they had met before), honestly curious and hoping for a less depressing subject. “Yumi? Your... firelizard?” Either that, or a pet. He would have guessed person, but the way Kivin worded it made the thought seem unlikely.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Jul 12, 2010 14:34:05 GMT -5
Kheron’s brow quirked of it’s own accord at the weyrling’s reply, unsure if he was entirely jesting. Generally, if anyone made such a statement the candidate would have immediately thought so, but something about the other boy made him wonder if he really was. Did he really have such a reputation with the kitchen crew? “Oh, I’m a natural at cutting things up. It’s the putting them together to taste right that eludes me.” The wrangler grinned at his own expense, not really joking in the least about his inability to cook. He had honestly attempted a true meal back at the ranch, thinking he was following the recipe perfectly and actually doing as he was supposed to. The…concoction that resulted from the boy’s first attempt was impressive in it’s level of awfulness, and in everyone’s opinion, Riona was right to banish him from cooking.
Glancing up long enough to set the next vegetable down so he could peel more, the candidate listened to L’mar’s story, realizing the weyrling had been at Silver Cove to witness the…the accident. His brows furrowed, Kheron could only imagine what it must have been like. However, the other boy kept his voice devoid of any deep emotion, likely purposefully keeping their conversation light. The wrangler couldn’t really blame him; who would want to keep talking about such a tragedy? He was quick to answer. “Oh, I was born and Searched from Monaco Bay, just about three sevendays ago. I haven’t been here too long. I was a beastcrafter.”
Turning to Kivin, the candidate grinned, thinking of his little green curled up on his pillow. “Same as always. Sweet as can be and not afraid of anything.” That was certainly the truth. Yumi balked from nothing, not even a fully grown dragon. The flit would likely zoom right in the face of a queen and start reprimanding her if she thought the gold deserved it. Shaking his head, Kheron then turned to the weyrling, and replied, “Yes, firelizard; Yumi is my green.” Suddenly grinning, the boy nodded at L’mar. “As is your Dalisth, you said. How is she fairing?” It only seemed polite to ask after his dragon, after all. Cutting his amber gaze back to the other candidate, the ex-beastcrafter reached for another vegetable to peel. “How is Toll? Yumi hasn’t nearly forgotten about him. She keeps bringing pictures of him to mind. I think she’s trying to hint at something.”
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Post by Kristin on Jul 14, 2010 13:55:35 GMT -5
Well L‘mar seemed to have gotten over what happened at Silver Cove. If it were Kivin, he wouldn‘t be able to be so cheerful while talking about the tragedy but it was good to know that L‘mar wasn‘t suffering from bad memories. He was starting to like L‘mar. He was chatty like Kheron sot it there were no awkward silences even though Kivin wasn‘t talking much. He liked to just listen to them talking while he chopped but he guessed it would be kind of rude not to talk to them. He was kind of nervous though about what L‘mar said about him still being allowed in the kitchen. Why wouldn‘t he be allowed? Kivin really, really hoped that the weyrling was just joking but he couldn‘t be sure.
„I‘ve been here in Cerulean a few days longer than Kheron.“ Kivin supplied when asked. „I was searched from the Healer Hall but I grew up in Silver Cove Hold.“ He knew already that Kheron was from Monaco but he didn‘t know where L‘mar was from. After all, Silver Cove had only been established two and a half turn ago. „Where did you grow up L‘mar?“ There. He had asked L‘mar a question. Now he wasn‘t rude anymore.
Kivin smiled at Kheron. “Toll is happy and healty as always and hasn’t forgotten about Yumi either. I think he likes her the most out of all the numerous other firelizards he’s already met. At least he thinks most about her.” And he wasn’t lying either. During their time together Toll constantly showed Kivin pictures of him and various firelizards flying and playing together, but Yumi was the one he showed most often.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 14, 2010 23:08:48 GMT -5
Missing the looks on both Kheron's and Kivin's faces, L'mar had no chance to reassure them that he was just jesting... Although it was likely that he would have just reaffirmed their fears. Aw, he wasn't that bad. He'd never kill anyone, nor would he harm them in any way. It was all in good fun! “That always escaped me, as well,” he returned with a shrug. Unless he was pranking, he did what he was told to do when it came with the food. The weyrling, too, had a few... less than positive experiences when he tried his hand at cooking. Leave it to the professionals. L'mar was, however, a dab-hand at adding the exact spicing as he was instructed, being meticulous in his measurements. The cooks knew better than to even allow him this, however, as they were well aware that they couldn't know exactly what he was adding to their dinners.
Monaco Bay... Silver Cove Hold. Other than Kivin's Healer Hall stay, it seemed that they both originated from the Southern Continent, and closer to Cerulean than to any other Weyr. It made sense that they were here to try and Impress. L'mar, on the other hand, came from a completely different Continent and wandered down here to try his hand at a new Weyr. If he hadn't, he never would have had his Dalisth-- by all means, it was worth it! “I hail from Ista Weyr, but after Standing a few times, I decided that I'd like to experience the South,” he told them with another smile. “Hope you liked Fort, and the rest of the North,” the weyrling told Kivin. That was where the Healer- and Harper- Halls were, although he'd never been, himself. That was where Rael was from, though.
“Dalisth is fairing very well, thank you.” That was kind, the weyrling thought briefly, before previously-mentioned green cut through his thoughts. I'm glad you're finding some male friends, Mine, she said. L'mar could imagine, in his mind's eye, Dali's tail twitching as she said it. Or... maybe it wasn't his imagination. He still didn't quite understand the whole mental-bond; after growing up in a Weyr and then Impressing, himself. The main thing that he understood was that she had this uncanny ability to barge into his mind and interrupt his thoughts, and then escaping his anger because Hers simply couldn't bear being even frustrated with her. It worked out quite nicely for the green, and to be honest, he didn't mind all too much. How could he? She was his absolutely perfect companion.
Listening to them talk on firelizards, an idea popped into L'mar's head. “You both have flitters?” he asked. Well, that was obvious and rhetorical, so he didn't wait for an answer before continuing, “I Impressed a blue a few days ago, the sole survivor of what I assume was a poorly-hidden green clutch. Found him on the beach. But, anyways, I've been trying to name him... how did you name yours?” He would end up asking Raelwyn, most likely. After all, he had never named a creature before, and the poor thing would be stuck with the name for quite a long time. L'mar would rather not have his blue suffer with a terrible name, especially not when he was sure that his best friend could help him! In the meantime, however, asking Kivin and Kheron suggestions was a good idea. He liked them- they seemed like good folk, and clever, so they could probably help.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Jul 16, 2010 11:00:29 GMT -5
Kheron grinned to himself at the weyrling’s reply, glad he wasn’t the only one with this chore that was awful at cooking. Pausing, content to listen as Kivin asked L’mar about his past, the wrangler was surprised to hear the boy was from such a distance. The north seemed so far away to the candidate, almost like a foreign land. He had never been there, nor did he have the inclination to ever go. Of course, born in Monaco Bay, Kher had met sailors from Ista and other ports, and when he learned how cold it could get, that killed any desire he might have about visiting the North some day. “Do you ever miss Ista, L’mar?” He asked. Personally, he didn’t see how anyone could miss that cold land after experiencing the beauty, warmth, and exotic charms of the South, but you never knew until you asked.
Laughing, the ex-beastcrafter grinned at Kivin, tossing another peeled veggie onto the counter. He could empathize with the other candidate, he really could. Ever since Yumi had met the brown on the beach during his archery practice, she had shown a real preference for him. Although, generally the green kept more to Kheron than anything, adoring him above all others and feeling it was her right and duty to protect him from absolutely everything. However, she had actually let Toll into her circle of ‘things she liked’, and now he was on her mind more than anything, with the exception of Hers, of course. “I could tell your flit was sociable, I see him about quite a bit.” The candidate tended to catch a glimpse of the small brown often and sometimes in the most unusual places, and it was no surprise to hear from Kivin that he was a social butterfly. “I know Yumi prefers his company. She has never really taken up with other flits until now.”
Nodding politely to L’mar, Kheron smiled. “Good, I’m glad she is in good health.” Out of habit, the beastcrafter in the boy always wondered how a dragon was fairing, as he was used to checking over runners and herdbeasts constantly for any sort of problem or injury. Of course, dragons were as intelligent as humans themselves, so they could easily complain about their own problems. So, he wanted to ask after Dalisth, since she was a person too.
Looking up with interest as the weyrling revealed his newly-bonded firelizard, the boy grinned, thinking of how much work both a weyrling dragon and newly-hatched flit was going to be. L’mar was going to have his hands full. “Well, congratulations on finding your blue.” The candidate said first, smiling, then continued. “I did not name my green, actually. I found the clutch as I was riding my runner through the jungle. When I took them back to the ranch, my roping partner, Riona, helped me take care of them until they hatched. She actually gave me the name Yumi for my flit.” Shrugging sheepishly, Kheron grinned at L’mar. “Sorry, that’s probably no help.”
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Post by Kristin on Jul 26, 2010 7:15:45 GMT -5
Kivin shrugged at L‘mar‘s question. "It was okay." He didn‘t know what else to say. Had he liked the stay in the Healer Hall? Sure, compared to Silver Cove Hold the Hall was definitely better. He had enjoyed learning his craft but his time there certainly hadn‘t been very pleasant. Here in Cerulean however, Kivin truly enjoyed himself. He had yet to meet a person that was anything but nice to him and the whole living with dragons thing was just simply amazing. He knew that he was definitely not going back even if he didn‘t impress. There were Healers here that he could learn from and judging by S‘lain, they were a lot more pleasant than his old Masters.
L‘mar had a firelizard too? Kivin couldn‘t help being a little envious, a flitter and a dragon? L‘mar was a lucky boy indeed. He really couldn‘t help the weyrling with the naming thing though, as he hadn‘t named his own. "Sorry but I didn‘t name mine. I couldn‘t find a good name for him at first and once when I came back to Toll from helping my father he had been playing with the small children in the Hold who had started calling him Toll. I have no idea which of them decided it was his name or why they chose that name, but it stuck." He shrugged, he didn‘t really mind that he hadn‘t named his brown. Toll was just Toll and he couldn‘t imagine another name on him now.
Chop, chop, chop. Kivin had settled into a routine where his hands could work on their own accord while his mind was somewhere else entirely. He listened to the boys talking but also thought about entirely other things. Like how things were in Silver Cove Hold now, it was always beautiful there in the summers. What would whers be like? Should he try for a wher if he wouldn‘t succeed in impressing a dragon? He liked kitchen duty. It was certainly more fun than changing glows or working at the docks. Without noticing he stopped listening to the boys and his face took on a dreamy expression while his hands worked efficiently.
[[OOC: Toll is actually named Toll because it means great, fantastic etc. in German.]]
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 27, 2010 15:05:03 GMT -5
Bringing up Ista brought a distant look into his eyes. L'mar had always been close with his family (even after his sister left, he had had his parents), and he had always had a multitude of friends. It wasn't so bad with the weather- in fact, it had been reminiscent of the Southern weather they experienced here. Maybe not so tropical, but it had been warmer than the rest of the North. He had enjoyed Ista a great deal, and he hadn't left because of something that happened there. He had left because he wanted to Impress. “I miss it, yeah. It was... great up there, with the people that I grew up with. And it was warm. But I don't regret leaving.” Who could regret leaving anywhere, if they met their other half?
It was interesting hearing about the interaction between their firelizards. His little blue had yet to meet any other of his kind, other than his big cousin, Dalisth. And he'd never really had close interaction with flitters, himself, sparing Tydus. The thought of the egotistical bronze got a smile from L'mar, but he moved on quickly. Apparently, firelizards interacted with one another pretty well, if what they were saying held true to others, as well. Interesting.
However, neither of them were much help when it came to naming the blue. Other people had named their flitters, which only solidified the idea that Rael, his best friend, would be burdened with the task. Less work for him! L'mar shrugged, grinning at the two other guys, “Oh, it's no problem, I was just wondering. I'm either going to have to call him no-name for the rest of my life, or have one of my good friends-” his best friend, actually, “name him.” However, part of a story caught his ears, and the weyrling perked. “When you say your runner... do you mean that you actually have a runner? That's your own?”
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