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Post by Kaemi on Jul 10, 2010 11:23:59 GMT -5
They were almost at the midway point of the Hatching, and a bronze still hadn't hatched, Lialla lamented momentarily as she watched the Colisa Egg began to rock. Judging by the egg sizes, one probably wouldn't. Weren't bronzes supposed to mean good luck? The candidate entered this train of thought, and then the Colisa Bronze escaped his shell. Well, at least that was good. A bronze was good. He didn't seem too eager to move, however, so Lia decided to, instead, watch the vigorously rocking Axelrodi Egg.
The Puntius Brown, who seemed bound and determined to stay with Trith (no matter their lack of biological ties), decided to tap the swiftly rocking egg when it bumped into him, and it resulted in the breaking of the egg. In place of the vibrant shell, a quite vibrant, minty-green creature refused the affection of her clutchbrother, instead deciding to start right away on searching for Hers. Maybe the brown would follow her superb example-- no, doesn't seem so. Lialla didn't quite understand his wish to stay near his adoptive mother, considering his instincts had to be screeching at him to eat.
But anyways. The Axelrodi Green decided to run straight into her bronze clutchbrother, who thankfully didn't try to take offense. He simply began looking for His, eventually finding him in a boy who's name, again, escaped Lialla. The green, on the other hand, seemed to keep making mistakes. She rolled to the feet of a girl, only to decided no, and then she apparently injured her... Lia fought to find the girl's name. It started with an 'R'. Rae-something. Attempting to find the name, she was (quite honestly) not paying attention when the Axelrodi Green stopped at her feet.
Mine, Mine! Cryth hurt someone, Cryth is sorry! a voice proclaimed in her head as the little green hatchling clung to Lialla's legs, her tiny tail wrapped around her ankle.
In utter shock, Lialla's first instinct was to detach the small creature, sitting a squat so as to not actually rest her weight on her. Unwrapping the green's tail, and then scooting the rest of her body at least a handspan away, the girl stared at the Axelrodi Green for a few seconds. “Cryth?” she asked quietly, still in the squat. Of course of course! she replied, her voice taking on that of cheer. But I hurt her, Mine, I hurt her! The cheery tone was gone, and the little green began to audibly make sad, creeling noises.
“Cryth, Cryth, it's alright,” she said quietly, reaching out her hand tentatively to caress her headknob. “You may apologize later, currently, you need to eat. You didn't cripple her-” she hoped. The thought made her pause and bite her lip for a moment. No, that couldn't have been a crippling blow, although it may need stitches. She would make sure to talk to the girl at a later time to make sure that she was alright... “so let's go and get you fed.”
The green brightened at the prospect of food, and the two began to make their way off the Sands: heading towards the riders that waited with food. Lialla was mostly in a daze, to the confusion of Cryth. Why is it so surprising that you were found by me, Mine? Was it... like a game? Already, the green liked the concept of games. Did you hide really well and then were surprised that I found you so quickly? Of course, it was difficult for Lialla to reply to something like this, so she promised her Cryth a reply at a later date. One where she could, hopefully, think coherently.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 9, 2010 22:26:54 GMT -5
He went with it when S'ren tugged him down to sit, shrugging and grinning at her and then the people behind them as they grumbled loudly. "Dalisth didn't want me to come because she was worried I would Impress again and then love the new dragon more than I love her." He shook his head in exasperation, although the fondness in his voice was undeniable. His green was crazy, but he loved her with all he had. "Three've Impressed? That means that there's only five left! Shells," he cursed. Then he looked down, examining the Sands to see if he recognized the Impress-ees more than his two companions. It seemed that Kheron, one of the boys he had done Kitchen chores with, had Impressed, but that was the only one he recognized.
Despite L'cin's denial of the amusement of whatever kind of joke S'ren had just made, L'mar just laughed and shook his head. Not so much at her words, but at the banter from the twins. It was never dull when the two were together, that was for sure: they were plenty of fun. Winking at S'ren, he made a show of searching the Sands for the girl that might have become a bluerider. "Well, if she looks like me, she must be one lovely specimen," he told her, following her finger. Dark reddish-hair, short, kind of plain, but not entirely bad-looking. He shrugged.
"She's not as pretty as I am, but she's not in any way ugly. I'll accept resemblance," he said with a grin. "Sleeps all day? Does that mean that she's, like, a party animal at night?" L'mar laughed quietly, and then continued to watch the banter between L'cin and S'ren. "The only bet I have is that the front egg, near the really bright, multi-colored shards-" L'mar pointed to the Axelrodi Egg -"is going to be a green." He nodded solemnly, pleased with his vote. There was little doubt in his mind that it could be anything else, except maybe a dud-- it was a pretty small egg, after all.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 9, 2010 21:46:57 GMT -5
A brown appeared halfway out of the Puntius Egg, drawing a smile to Lialla's lips. It was quite the sight to see: the Puntius Brown's first reaction to the dim light of dusk, and of his adoptive mother, of sorts. He began to escape the rest of the trappings that his egg provided, with Trith's encouragement, and it was all very sweet. However, even after he escaped, he seemed to want to stay near the gold who watched over his egg, and so Lia's eyes travelled over to the Frenatum Eg-- Blue, that is.
The blue was no definite color, instead seeming to be a mixture of many shades, and he seemed to be more considerate and yet eager to Impress, unlike his clutchbrother. Lialla had never even considered riding a male dragon, always figuring herself to Impress a green, whenever she happened to think about it. Really, that had only ever happened here at Cerulean, since being officially Searched and taken to a real Weyr- and maybe a little when she was a little girl, who romanticized her parents and the older folk around her. But maybe a blue was the correct dragon for her. She didn't allow herself to visualize it, not even for a moment, as she had for the Poecilidae Green: not when his clutchbrother gave a sound of discontent, or when the blue continued on his journey down the line of the candidates. Not even when the dragonet stopped and looked at her, although her heartbeat sped and she had to force herself to not move a muscle. And when the Frenatum Blue moved away again, she was thankful for it.
After making his way down the line a few more candidates, he found His, and Lialla joined in for the applause again. The mass' attention, however, was quickly drawn again by the Xiphophorus Egg moving vigorously, it's occupant becoming impatient and wanting out. He quickly found a boy, another who was vaguely recognized by Lia. Shells, she really didn't know many people at the Weyr-- she couldn't even search through the crevices of her mind to find his name. Deciding right then that, if she did end up staying at Cerulean, she would get to know a few more people (notably her peers), Lialla focused on the rest of the Hatching.
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Why would you go to another Hatching? Is it because you want to Impress another dragon? Am I not good enough for you? Dalisth lamented as L'mar drew on his boots and adjusted one of his nicer shirts. He sighed, straightening to look at his green. They'd had this discussion countless times since he mentioned, in passing, that he couldn't wait to see the Hatching. Now that the humming had begun, less than five minutes ago, the weyrling had been listening to her litany of worries.
"Dali, sweetheart, you know that I'm not Standing. I'm going to be up in the Stands, with all the other bystanders, waiting and watching as the eggs hatch and the hatchlings Impress. You also know that it's utterly impossible for me to Impress another dragon, not that I'd ever want to, since I've already Impressed to you." L'mar sighed, reaching out a hand to scratch his green's eyeridges. He loved her to pieces, but shells, she could be strange. "What surprises me is that you didn't mind me finding our little blue, and you encouraged me to Impress him when he hatched." He really needed to think of a name for him. Sitting on the bed (he knew that Dalisth wouldn't let him leave until they finished their discussion, anyways, so he might as well be comfortable), L'mar cocked his head at the green.
He's little, she replied point-blank, ending the conversation further when she finished with, Fine. Go. If you Impress, then I will be angry with you.
Laughing quietly, L'mar left, making his way to the Hatching Ground with a few of the stragglers, and snuck in the side. He was late- eggs had already Hatched, and three people had already Impressed. Shards. Only when he was climbing up the Stands, looking for an empty seat, did he remember that he probably should have wished Raelwyn luck. Dalisth... love... could you please wish Raelwyn luck? For me? he asked sweetly, searching the Sands for his friend. There she was. It took another minute of persuasion, but eventually the green gave in. She had already determined that she liked the girl, after all.
Raelwyn... Mine and I wish you luck today, she said, before curling up in the Barracks and attempting to go to sleep. They both hoped that they didn't ruin her concentration for the Hatching... oops.
After another minute, L'mar caught sight of two of his fellow weyrlings. He raised his hand in hello, and sat in the Stands with them. “Hey S'rin, L'cin,” he greeted. “What'd I miss?”
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 9, 2010 19:11:16 GMT -5
Careful to keep her composure, Lialla watched as the eggs shook, moved, and then, finally, split open. The Poecilidae Egg was the first to break open: not surprising, considering it's eye-drawing colors and it's position in the dead-center of the clutch. She watched as the green stumbled around, trying to gain her own composure, and Lia clutched the sides of her robe in nervous anticipation. The little hatchling, even covered in egg goo, was lovely in her coloring, and for a moment she imagined the Poecilidae Green at adult size, soaring through the skies, with a small-boned redhead on her back.
The momentary daydream was gone within seconds, however, as Lialla shook her head, unclenched her hands, watched as the little green was scolded by Trith. The scolding appeared to be quite successful, however, as after a moment of moping, the hatchling spotted Hers and dashed off, her eyes whirling in Impression. Lia applauded at the Impression. Despite the flash of disappointment, she was honestly happy for the brunette girl- not someone who she had personally met, but she hadn't met any more than a meager handful of people at the Weyr, so that wasn't saying anything at all. She turned her eyes to the rest of the clutch and ceased clapping, instead clasping her hands together and focusing completely on the eggs.
Shells. She actually did want to Impress, which was something that, quite frankly, Lia hadn't been expecting. She had expected to Stand, and then when she failed to Impress, still walk away with a smile on her face. And now she was having sharding vision of herself a-dragonback. Frowning a little, the candidate fought to wipe the negative emotions from her mind, as she had been told when she was little and attempting to Impress a small green flitt. The little creature had Impressed to someone else, of course, but the concept was supposed to work.
Just then, the Puntius Egg began to crack, the dragonet inside obviously fighting for freedom. It made Lialla smile, and she focused her eyes so that she could catch a glimpse of the next dragonet to appear on the Sands. This was... more exciting than she had remembered. It might have been the difference of a little under ten turns, or the fact that she was now in line for Impression, but Lia was having difficultly containing herself as she waiting for the egg to hatch completely.
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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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Post by Kaemi on Jul 9, 2010 14:01:50 GMT -5
((I know!! It's awesome. XD))
The innocent look in his eyes never left, despite the grin on Rael's face. If anything, his eyes only grew wider. “I appreciate your faith in me, dear Raelwyn,” L'mar said, even while a smile tugged at his lips. Yeah, he knew that she saw through his innocence, but that was neither here, nor there. After a few more minutes of holding the look, he let the grin overtake his face, smiling harmlessly at his new friend. He would have to think up the perfect prank for her: it would take careful planning and consideration, but he would do it. His grin never lost its innocent edge, even as his eyes began to sparkle in his eager mischief planning.
See, he was already successful on the whole 'fluster her to the point that she's having trouble finding words' front. Color sparked her cheeks, which made L'mar congratulate himself internally. His eyes grew more serious with his own words, and then her response made him smile at her gently. Gently... Faranth, he wasn't gentle, he was fast, fiery, and he caused too much trouble for his own good. But he liked Rael- she was, he decided right then, his new best friend at the Weyr. If she knew what was good for her, she would run screaming... or at least send out a prayer to Faranth and the Three Dawn Sisters. Oh, but she would learn, all in good time. His smile grew again, and he shook his head at her words. “Raelwyn, Raelwyn, Raelwyn...” he muttered. Continuing, louder, L'mar said, “You know, if you're going to be my best friend, you're going to have to learn that I am spontaneously sweet. But only when I really mean it. Which is rare.” Shrugging playfully, he attempted to lighten the mood again from where it had gotten all, Faranth forbid, serious. The weyrling did serious only very rarely. Very. Oh, and he had managed to throw in the 'you're my new best friend' thing. Maybe she wouldn't catch it. Running was still an option, for her. Warning: L'mar ran quickly, too.
What could he say? He liked Tydus, and he liked bronzes in general. “I'm not half as arrogant as your little king, here, and I can't find anyone good enough, not in my opinion. Therefore, I think you're right in saying he wouldn't be able to find anyone who meets his standards.” L'mar laughed softly, smiling down at the bronze, before looking back up at flitter's girl. Her words made his lips quirk in yet another smile... shells, he wasn't one to hold in his smiles, but Raelwyn seemed to have the innate ability to make him grin at twice the normal rate. “You're right- Dalisth is my everything,” he confirmed with a shrug, even knowing that Rael didn't need his affirmation. She knew more about his love for his green than he would have believed a non-weyrbred girl ever could. It was good, especially since she was so bent on Impressing. Much like he had been. Yep, with this much in common, the harper would be a great best friend for him! Briefly, L'mar entertained the idea of maybe something more, before he quickly dismissed it. He had been determined to ride bronze when he was growing up, but he never denied the fact that he liked both men and women. Impressing Dalisth just enforced it. But no, Raelwyn was purely a friend- a good friend, a great friend (well, a best friend, apparently), but that was all.
More serious words followed, pulling L'mar out of his hormonal thoughts. He had brought the sincerity on himself, he supposed, as he nodded at Rael, choosing not to say anything in return. After all, he had already told her his thoughts on the subject, and anything else could very well make him seem like he was being overly-sincere, which could make her doubt his words. She had seemed very touched by his words, making the weyrling think that she didn't hear them often... odd, in his mind. For a queen candidate, Raelwyn seemed a little more subdued and self-conscious- or maybe she was simply letting her walls down, and becoming more open with her self-doubt. Everyone had it, after all, but many chose not to show it, which could make them more intrusive, with a lower self-esteem than they had had before. It was good that Rael was at least listening to his words of encouragement... if any of that made sense in the least. At the very least, L'mar was babbling inwardly and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth a rush of nonsense would spill out.
It was near-impossible to explain Impression, even to someone who had already done so... and so he didn't even try. That was beyond him. The closest one could ever get to the actual thing was a flitter Impression, and even that (so he had heard) was dim in comparison. Oh, and wher Impression, but he had known very few wherhandlers throughout his life, and he doubted that Raelwyn had, either. Although it was definitely possible. Shells, what did he know? “I'm glad she found me, too. I would be so lost today without her,” L'mar replied in all honesty. “I'm glad you'll be Standing: Fall, Fog, and Fire know that I want you to have your dream of riding a shiny, but a dragon can have a heart of gold without having the hide of it.” Insightful. Shells. And he had had something else to say to that, but as he reveled in his mild-disgust over saying something so... deep (and, to be honest, his pride in knowing its truth), he'd forgotten it. Oh! “Still, though, I do hope you end up being a Gold rider. Weyrwoman Samhara is great, and I have the deepest respect for her, but I think you'd be a fantastic Weyrwoman, yourself.”
She wasn't as good as him with the composure, but it's alright- she'd learn, he was sure of it. And Rael was keeping up much better than most people did. They tended to be very confused by the difference between his words and his facial expressions... and then his later actions. The weyrling had no doubt that Raelwyn would have little trouble keeping up, and would probably throw in a few twists to keep him on his tip-toes. “I do have this talent in making an impression on people, I'm told,” L'mar agreed with a wry grin. “Rarely do I leave a room of people, who later fail to remember my face. Now, true, it's not always a favorable impression, but it's an impression nonetheless.” Hey, most... er... a lot... er... some times it was a good impression! He sighed heavily when she dodged his next flying missile, even as he internally applauding, as he now knew that his previous assumption was correct. She would find little difficultly in keeping up with him, or at least, she would hide it well. “Well he is the king!” L'mar responded, finishing up the last of his roll and actually eating it. Imagine... swallowing the food, as opposed to using it as a flying projectile.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 9, 2010 10:13:31 GMT -5
Dubbed 'sleepyhead', Lialla winced and nodded at his happiness. As long as he didn't start screaming again, she was alright. Or crying. Tears didn't work well with her... so it was a good thing that Cheko seemed quite happy. A little too happy, in her opinion, but who was she to judge correct emotions in children? Still, though, there was the uncanny resemblance the the grin that she remembered so often on Liamar's face, and the likeness made wary. Sure, he seemed sweet now, but she would work hard to be prepared for anything, so as not to give him the satisfaction of catching her off guard.
Oh, but she was probably just misjudging him.
Lialla shook her head minutely, studying Cheko. No, she wasn't. He was a troublemaker, she was sure of it, but she seemed sweet enough for now. She'd let it be. Continuing to study him, the candidate quirked an eyebrow. "I'm not the only one who's slumber you're going to interrupt, am I?" She felt prematurely bad for the boys who shared his room. And then she remembered the yelling. No, it was going to be her original comment, that he wouldn't let anyone sleep. Anyone. Shells. She would transfer Weyrs, shards the Searchriders.
And then he reached his hand up and curled it in some odd way right above the shoulder. To touch 'Polo', she assumed, the brown flitter who he claimed to have. It looked like, if there had been an actual firelizard there, that Cheko would be scratching his eyeridges, or something in the vicinity of the idea. Lialla blinked, rubbed her eyes again, and then decided to leave it alone. She just... wouldn't ask. Yeah. That would work.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 9, 2010 9:57:15 GMT -5
This was the most fascinating time of day, in Lialla's opinion. Dusk, when day met night and night began to slowly overtake the sky. She sat on the steps leading into the Barracks, looking up, as she had so many times before. Dusk, for her, didn't mean ending... it meant beginning. The start of a new night, of another glimpse of the arrangement of the stars and moons. Lialla barely even looked around when the strange, resonating hum began, despite knowing what it meant: it was only when the words of the queen entered her mind that she simply got up and walked into the Barracks, more calm than she had ever though she would have been in such a situation.
As she stripped, replacing her clothes with the white Candidate Robes, she gradually moved more frantically. The rush, excitement, and nerves that radiated off of the other candidates was infectious, and it ruined the calm and peace Lialla herself had felt. She ended up throwing her own sandals across the room as she attempted to put on the ceremonious sandals. In any other situation, she would have taken a breath, collected them, and then done whatever she was so excited and jittery about. This, however, the Hatching was in a class all of its own, and her sandals were utterly unimportant now.
Lialla ended up running out of the Barracks with everyone else, knocking the hair out of her face so she could see where she was going. Her first (and only) trip to the Sands was still ingrained in her mind so, thankfully, she didn't have to look to anyone else for direction. Even if she had, however, she would have been fine. There was a flood of weyrfolk streamlined in the direction of the large Hatching Sands, everyone excited for the Hatching. Hell, now that she was away from the utter state of calm that she had entered the Barracks in, Lia knew that she, too, was excited. She hadn't seen a Hatching since she left Ista, and this time would be completely different.
This time she could walk away, leading a dragon, her face beaming.
Of course, it wasn't her dream to have that experience. It was her brother's, and countless other candidates who were standing in the line with her right now, awaiting V'mio's arrival. She had been coerced into coming here, into attending this Hatching, had been guilted into Standing here. It was her dream to excel in StarCraft, and she needed to remember that so that she wouldn't, foolishly, feel disappointed when she didn't Impress today. However, as she walked into the Hatching Grounds and bowed to Trith, she couldn't help but look at the eggs and have some meager hope to Impress. It may not be her dream, but she knew as well as anyone else (being weyrbred, herself) how Impression changed a person. How it altered them and they didn't mind in the slightest, because of the utter euphoria accompanied by Impressing with their other half.
She didn't want to be changed, per say, but Lialla wouldn't mind the whole 'other half'. She had never really felt close to anyone before, not since leaving Ista, and definitely not since arriving here. It wasn't in her nature. Standing in the semi-circle, her eyes never once leaving the eggs, Lia began having an internal debate on whether or not she actually desired to Impress. Shells.
The debate ended at a moot point a few moments later, as Lialla decided that now was not the time. The only thing she gained from arguing with herself was to remember that if she was going to do something, she refused to do it half-way. And so Lia rocked back onto her heel, and then back up to stand straight, as she gained her internal calm by, edged strongly in excitement and happiness. No matter what today ended with, this would be a beginning for her: she was determined.
((Yayyy hatching!))
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 7, 2010 9:44:52 GMT -5
The boy was... interesting. Lialla had no idea what he was pointing to other than, you know, a space above his shoulder. It was just odd, but she was a bit too tired to deal with it now, so she just nodded exaggeratedly and looked back at Cheko. “Alright.” Hopefully he wouldn't go on, because she was exhausted and wasn't sure how to handle this right now. Moving on.
A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “I suppose you could call me sleepyhead, but my name's actually Lialla. I'd rather you call me Lialla...” for some reason, she doubted he would. “It's sleeping time for me-” most of the time, at least, “-and no one's too young to appreciate sleeping. No one.” Or, at least, she had always appreciated sleep. But, then, she wasn't the average model for children of any age. Cheko didn't seem to be, either, but with that grin on his face, he looked like a demon that would string you up by your toenails and slowly eat your heart out... and still, you couldn't hate him, because he was just too sweet-looking.
She liked the kid. And that was that: most of the time, when Lialla decided that she liked someone, she liked them no matter what they did. That was probably the only reason she still had any friends: because, despite the fact that she was easily, thoroughly annoyed by almost anything, someone just had to do something she liked and then she'd be nice to you forever. Or, almost forever. You didn't get all the rope in the world.
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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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Post by Kaemi on Jul 7, 2010 0:35:53 GMT -5
A high pitched noise came through, making Lialla wince a little before she recognized it. Dimly. She hadn't met many people here, so the familiarity helped narrow down who it may be... considerably. She had met even fewer prepubescent boys. So the candidate looked up at the boy candidate with a small smile. “Hey, Cheko.” He was a little-- bizarre, but he was sweet. In a... mischievous sort of way. “I'm required to do chores, that's why I'm not sleeping.”
She didn't mention Polo. The whole 'I have a flitter you simply can't visualize him' was a bit much, but she wasn't going to upset him. As Lialla had mentioned: sweet boy. “Now, you're distracting me from my work,” she told him bluntly, softening it a little with a smile. “So either come down here and work with me or go.” A decisive nod accompanied her words. She wasn't the most people-friendly after all, but she liked Cheko.
Lia began to scrub the deck some more. She wasn't going to do the entire deck today, but she wanted to finish this portion, at least. Another voice made her look up, though, to see another boy, on rope, for some odd reason. She nodded again. “I'm Lialla.” Sure, her people skills left much to be desired. But she was trying.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 7, 2010 0:02:40 GMT -5
“Oh, never!” L'mar replied, innocence filling his eyes at he blinked up at Rael. A corner of his lips quirked up as he continued. “My Dali just has this idea that, oh, maybe a few of my better theories could cause some trouble. But she's just a silly little green.” A silly little green? Excuse me? I think-- there was fire in Dalisth's voice, making L'mar chuckle. Fondness curled into his voice as he said, “Well, she's my silly little green, but she does get the strangest notions.” Grinning, he winked at Raelwyn. She had no idea... but hey, all in good fun. That's... better, I suppose. You have to love me, after all. Yeah, the weyrling did. He just couldn't help it.
It was amusing, watching Rael flush as she became flustered. A single-syllable laugh escaped him, before he made a show of bending around in his seat to find a suitable candidate. What he needed was.. “A cute boy, a nice boy, but smart: one that can keep up with you,” L'mar murmured, just loud enough so that she could hear him. Scoping out the Kitchens he, sadly, found only one or two boys suitable, but he had a feeling that they weren't smart. He was still looking for a boy that could fit both Raelwyn's and his own standards when she began talking again, so he made noises at the appropriate times. Honest, he was paying attention, as evidenced by the time she finished and he turned back to face her in his seat, eyebrows quirked at different levels. “By Fall, fog, and fire, I'd bet my right hand ins saying that they definitely have been interested, Raelwyn,” he told her with a hint of scolding in his voice for her thought-process. “You've probably just been too caught up in the thought of Standing to notice. No problem in that, of course, but it's ridiculous to think that a girl like you hasn't been noticed.”
However, at her mention of Tydus, and the bronze's reaction, drew a smile back to his face. “Well, I don't see anyone here fit to take care of you other than your Tydus,” he told her. “I sure as shards can't find anyone here that may be good enough.” He smiled down at the flitter, before looking back up at Rael. Dear dragon may be a bit of an overstatement... L'mar ignored Dalisth's protests at that with a reassuring thought or two... but he was glad that the candidate cared enough to respect his green. “Don't be so honored-- or, maybe you should be, because she doesn't like many, er, girls. But please don't act too honored around her, because then she'll get more ridiculous notions about how amazing she is, and these ones will be real, so then she'll get all egotistical...” realizing that he was babbling, the weyrling grinned bashfully at Raelwyn.
“His appreciation of... whatever deed I managed to do... is accepted, I suppose,” L'mar returned with a shrug. The bronze was, well, a bronze, which was sort of amusing. One couldn't expect much more out of the Royals, as they knew exactly who and what they were. They very much deserved to act all high and mighty. “A gold-grabber, mm? I mean... my lady.” His voice was, clearly, only teasing. Gradually, though, his eyes became more serious as he considered her. “No, I think you could be a very good goldrider.” She was smart, caring, considerate, and had probably the deepest pre-Impression respect for dragons and their bonds with their riders that he had ever seen, especially from someone who wasn't weyrbred.
His eyes narrowed playfully. “That's no fair, I've already Impressed,” he protested. However, he didn't need any goading to tell the truth. “I was like you: my main goal was to find my dragon, uncaring of color. But, also like you, I had aspirations to ride a metallic. I was shooting for bronze.” Now, he couldn't imagine bonding as closely has he had bonded to Dalisth with any other creature, especially not one such as Tydus. “No, though, Dali knew me better than I knew myself, she knew that she was the perfect fit for me. And you'll find your perfect mindmate.” Guaranteed. Well... not guaranteed. But highly likely. A thought crossed over his mind: “Does that mean you won't be Standing for this Hatching? I didn't think there was a queen egg...”
Oh, but this was too serious. “I would never put you in such a position that would cause you pain... my lady,” he added with a small smile. “Although I am deeply flattered that you could be jealous of another, especially after so little time together.” A wink in return. She was good at this- almost as good as him. Almost. More emphasis on the almost. “See, I always knew you were smart.” At this point, the weyrling threw another piece of roll, this time aiming for her forehead. “What do you think, Tydus? Good idea?--” looking at the bronze, L'mar remembered that he had fallen asleep. “Or, we'll discuss it with him when he awakens, I suppose.”
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 6, 2010 0:18:51 GMT -5
She was tired, and this boy was rambling on about sleeping. “Hi. You're very loud, you know,” Lialla smiled a little, while simultaneously wincing. And he was doing weird things with his hands... she reached up her hand to her eyes, rubbing them while trying to figure out what the kid was saying. “Sleeping is very important. Maybe you should try it more often.” The girl hoped, would plead with Faranth, for the kid to discover the necessity of sleep. Else wise no one in the candidate barracks would sleep- shells, none of the Weyr would.
Lia took the offered hand, but her confusion failed to dissipate. By the egg of Faranth, what was this boy talking about? “Fair greetings, Cheko.” She looked around, but still failed to see whoever this 'Polo' was. “Polo... he's...” letting the sentence trail off, Lialla hoped that the boy could fill in whatever she was missing. She had to be missing something- or, apparently, someone. After all, she didn't want to jump to conclusions with a kid like this. He reminded her a little of someone- her brother. It had always taken a little work to make him play nice. That look in his eye... yeah, he looked like Liamar, when he was getting an idea in his head for some prank.
Liamar. She hadn't thought of him in... a while. Although, she supposed he would probably be L'mar now, back at Ista. He had had plans to Stand, after all. The smile on her face grew as she thought of her brother. Imagine that- maybe, within the next few sevendays, they could both have their own dragons. Sure, they'd be on different continents, and would probably never see one another again, but... The smile wiped off her face, and Lialla looked back up at Cheko. He seemed to be a nice enough kid. Not reminiscent at all of anyone should could have known before.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 5, 2010 11:55:51 GMT -5
Who: Lialla What: Dock chores When: early evening Where: ......on the docks.......
Candidate chores. She had done plenty of the basic apprentice chores at the Hall, had helped out her fair share when she was a young weyrbrat. But Lialla had never officially done 'candidate chores'. It was exciting, if she though t about it like that. And, well, she didn't altogether mind chores. They kept her distracted from whatever it was like here. Because she definitely missed her friends, and she hadn't bothered to make new ones. What was the point, if she was just going home after the Hatching, anyways?
Lialla had no idea what to expect when she approached the docks a few minutes ago. It had only taken a few minutes, however, before she was instructed and expected to fall into the groove of her assignment. It wasn't hard work: physically taxing, a little, but intellectually it was a piece of cake. One just had to take the bucket, fill it with water, soak the rag in the water, and then scrub the deck. It took work to cut through the days of fish slime and the like, but (as she looked at those unloading the day's catch) she was fairly pleased with her assignment.
Anyways, the manual labor helped clear her head of the everyday dribble that filled it, which Lia appreciated. On her hands and knees, scrubbing circles in the deck and watching as she cleared away the slime, bit by bit. The candidate sat back, sitting on her ankles as her torso rose. She looked up at the people running back and forth on the deck, the chatter and the drama filling her ears. Eh, not too bad of a day's work.
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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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