Post by Lothyna on Nov 4, 2010 12:32:23 GMT -5
Who: Selene, wild and bonded Fire Lizards, whomever wants!
What:A prank on the entire Weyr Painting pretty pictures and having the firelizards decide her things are toys…
Where: Weyrbowl to start, who knows where it ends.
When: Early morning
Why: Because Selene can’t stand the sorrow.
The somber air of the Weyr as it tried to recover from it’s losses was prevalent even now, a few days before (if the signs were right, and she’d never doubt Trith) the hatching should occur. Though the immediate danger seemed to be past, the tension and fear had only risen, along with the despair. It was driving her mad in more ways than one, and the nightmares plaguing her didn’t help any. She’d almost broken down and begged Veneth to let her slip on his couch last night, but didn’t want to disturb her daddy, whom she knew was busy with the other Wing Seconds and their Wing Leaders in the council. Instead, she’d lain awake, trying to find something ot distract herself. And then, brown eyes latching onto her drawings of Veneth and V’taph, and remembering something her she’d heard Veneth had done, Selene had smiled, for the first time since the awful day of the touching.
As soon as the first light touched the air, she had quickly rushed through bathing and dressing, taking her marks from their careful hiding spot, and grabbed a quick breakfast from a drudge, before running off to the candidate barracks. She’d met a spunky young artist she thought would help, and ducked into that room, bouncing. In what seemed a single breath, she bounced out a greeting, explained her plan and where she was doing it, begged for help, then darted off to the market area. Some quick bargaining, helped by her flimsy and fun explanations, and being so young, and she had what she needed, aside from proper bribes. The kindly old artist had been more than willing to let her take the paint and brushes cheaply given her age and, when questioned further, her real explanation of her plans. He had agreed that something should be done to bring some smiles back, and she’d left the market with another friend. Wrinkling her nose, though, the young girl, coming towards her tenth birthing day, but still a child, paused and debated. One hand on her hip, the other holding her sack of supplies.
After another moment, the girls’ face lit with an unholy, gleeful grin, and she darted off to the docks. A few more minutes, begging, cajoling, and just in general being the ‘cute kid, who can say no?’ self she had perfected for when she wanted something, and her plan was complete. Now she had an old scrap of hide that was worn to almost paper thin tucked around a mess of small (too small to be of use to the fishers) fish, some random spider claws, and the offal and whatnot from bigger fish, enough to tempt any hunger flitt to her side. Gleefully trotting back to a clear area of ground, she spread it out, and soon found several colors of hide present as small forms chattered in curiosity. Smiling happily, she finished opening the paints and sticking the crude brushes in, before stepping back somewhat, giggling.
“Ok! The fish is for you, but! But I wanted some help.” Selene started, knowing from past experience that they’d want the fish, and she’d have to be quick with her request. She was sure some would help, and some would just stuff themselves, but as long as even one or two aided her, she would be happy. “I just want you all to spend some time, without going between places, flying around holding one of those brushes! They’ll make pretty pictures on the walls and the dragons and people too! Please? I’ll keep the paint here so you can play with it too!” She added, before waiting.
A conference broke out shortly after, and she grinned, when after a few moments a braver brown zipped forward to steal a fish, then grabbed a brush covered in pink, before heading off towards the weyr, splatters of paint trailing him. After his initial move, she found herself giggling s the wind from many small wings whipped her hair about, and a few drops of paint landed on –her- too. And the fish was disappearing fast, too, she saw, wondering if she could beg more or should even run for some meat from the kitchens, since she knew how the fire lizards loved it. Hesitantly, since she never knew when Veneth would hear or respond, she reached her thoughts to her daddy’s brown. ~Ven? Do you want to come paint with me? Tiieh?~ She asked, trying to keep her plan from leaking over, since she wasn’t sure he’d approve or not.
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Note: There are several pint sized containers, holding one color each, of cheap, water-soluble (for the most part. :> ) paints. White, black, brown, red, blue, yellow, and some green colors are there, along with many cheap, flimsy brushes that might just fall apart midair to land on the unwary.
What:
Where: Weyrbowl to start, who knows where it ends.
When: Early morning
Why: Because Selene can’t stand the sorrow.
The somber air of the Weyr as it tried to recover from it’s losses was prevalent even now, a few days before (if the signs were right, and she’d never doubt Trith) the hatching should occur. Though the immediate danger seemed to be past, the tension and fear had only risen, along with the despair. It was driving her mad in more ways than one, and the nightmares plaguing her didn’t help any. She’d almost broken down and begged Veneth to let her slip on his couch last night, but didn’t want to disturb her daddy, whom she knew was busy with the other Wing Seconds and their Wing Leaders in the council. Instead, she’d lain awake, trying to find something ot distract herself. And then, brown eyes latching onto her drawings of Veneth and V’taph, and remembering something her she’d heard Veneth had done, Selene had smiled, for the first time since the awful day of the touching.
As soon as the first light touched the air, she had quickly rushed through bathing and dressing, taking her marks from their careful hiding spot, and grabbed a quick breakfast from a drudge, before running off to the candidate barracks. She’d met a spunky young artist she thought would help, and ducked into that room, bouncing. In what seemed a single breath, she bounced out a greeting, explained her plan and where she was doing it, begged for help, then darted off to the market area. Some quick bargaining, helped by her flimsy and fun explanations, and being so young, and she had what she needed, aside from proper bribes. The kindly old artist had been more than willing to let her take the paint and brushes cheaply given her age and, when questioned further, her real explanation of her plans. He had agreed that something should be done to bring some smiles back, and she’d left the market with another friend. Wrinkling her nose, though, the young girl, coming towards her tenth birthing day, but still a child, paused and debated. One hand on her hip, the other holding her sack of supplies.
After another moment, the girls’ face lit with an unholy, gleeful grin, and she darted off to the docks. A few more minutes, begging, cajoling, and just in general being the ‘cute kid, who can say no?’ self she had perfected for when she wanted something, and her plan was complete. Now she had an old scrap of hide that was worn to almost paper thin tucked around a mess of small (too small to be of use to the fishers) fish, some random spider claws, and the offal and whatnot from bigger fish, enough to tempt any hunger flitt to her side. Gleefully trotting back to a clear area of ground, she spread it out, and soon found several colors of hide present as small forms chattered in curiosity. Smiling happily, she finished opening the paints and sticking the crude brushes in, before stepping back somewhat, giggling.
“Ok! The fish is for you, but! But I wanted some help.” Selene started, knowing from past experience that they’d want the fish, and she’d have to be quick with her request. She was sure some would help, and some would just stuff themselves, but as long as even one or two aided her, she would be happy. “I just want you all to spend some time, without going between places, flying around holding one of those brushes! They’ll make pretty pictures on the walls and the dragons and people too! Please? I’ll keep the paint here so you can play with it too!” She added, before waiting.
A conference broke out shortly after, and she grinned, when after a few moments a braver brown zipped forward to steal a fish, then grabbed a brush covered in pink, before heading off towards the weyr, splatters of paint trailing him. After his initial move, she found herself giggling s the wind from many small wings whipped her hair about, and a few drops of paint landed on –her- too. And the fish was disappearing fast, too, she saw, wondering if she could beg more or should even run for some meat from the kitchens, since she knew how the fire lizards loved it. Hesitantly, since she never knew when Veneth would hear or respond, she reached her thoughts to her daddy’s brown. ~Ven? Do you want to come paint with me? Tiieh?~ She asked, trying to keep her plan from leaking over, since she wasn’t sure he’d approve or not.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note: There are several pint sized containers, holding one color each, of cheap, water-soluble (for the most part. :> ) paints. White, black, brown, red, blue, yellow, and some green colors are there, along with many cheap, flimsy brushes that might just fall apart midair to land on the unwary.