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Post by Meadow on Sept 17, 2010 23:43:04 GMT -5
Synchella was sitting in the eating area, sketching people as they ate. Her eyes were wide and a bit bloodshot, she'd woken up very early to go exploring, and was now sketching in lieu of eating her much needed meal. If her foster brother had been there, he'd have scolded her. She smiled quietly to herself. He wasn't, so she could just sketch to her hearts delight.
She was actually sketching other Candidates eating. A dragonrider was eating like tomorrow might require him to use all the energy his food was gifting him, but only if he ingested it within a certain time frame. Smiling to herself at the thought, she watched with interest the other flitters attached to several of the Weyr folk. She sketched them being fed by their human companions. What she really enjoyed was trying to capture the look dragon riders got in their eyes when they were speaking with their dragons. It was a momentary glaze of distraction, but also of adoration at hearing the dragons. At least, thats what she fancied she caught in their eyes.
She paused, considering her growling stomach. Nibbling on a piece of bread for a moment, then sipping her klah, she determined herself nourished enough for the time being. She could eat like a dragon herself when she was truly hungry, but she was too exited about sketching today to eat. Maybe she could sneak more from the kitchens later? She hoped so...moving to take her pencil back in hand, she tipped her klah over and yelped as the liquid moved towards her sketchbook. She quickly grabbed the book and placed it at the end of the table, wiping the klah up. Sighing, a small distracted smile in place she reached for her sketchbook and knocked it on the ground.
Giving a heavy sigh at her ineptitude, she scooted back and then stood to take the fallen papers back up when someone else stopped before her and picked them up in her stead.
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Post by Kristin on Sept 20, 2010 16:26:13 GMT -5
„So Patch, what do you think? We can‘t sit with that girl since she‘s still a bit angry since I told her that her best friend was better in bed than her. And not that girl either because she‘s so in lust with me that I don‘t think that we‘d survive five minutes with her, let alone a whole meal. You know, having you is making me even more irresistible than before, there something about your cute self that makes girls want to know me better. You‘re probably the best wingman I‘ve ever had.“ This conversation might have looked odd to other people what with F‘ren seemingly talking to himself. Patch was out of sight in a small bag that F‘ren had started carrying everywhere with him, the firelizard wasn‘t asleep but he merely felt safe there away from all the scary twolegs with the long hairthing that shrieked when they saw him.
The decision of choosing someone to sit with was taken out of his hands when a girl sitting nearby dropped something to the floor. F‘ren, ever the gentleman immediately swooped in and picked up her book for her. He put the small bucket of meat scraps for Patch on the table and settled in opposite the girl. He made no move to give it back to her but instead smiled widely and waved at her. „Hello, my name is F‘ren of bronze Eneth and this little gentleman in hiding is Patch.“ F‘ren scooped up the small blue and put him on the table, absently feeding him small meat scraps while he opened her book and began looking at its contents. Apparently the unknown girl was an artist, that was an unusual craft and it interested F‘ren. It looked like she was a good one too, judging by the sketches of all kinds of people and firelizards. „Hey, you‘re really talented. Where did you learn?“
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Post by Meadow on Sept 20, 2010 18:46:32 GMT -5
Smiling, she didn't let herself get too taken aback when the sketchbook wasn't placed immediately back in her possession. After all, the person to pick it up had chosen to sit across from her, so it wasn't like it had gone far. Reclaiming her seat, she took a piece of her bread and quickly began eating it while the nosy dragonrider looked through her book. At least her stomach would be happier with her, she thought.
"Thank you for picking that up for me. I'm Synchella. A Candidate. Nice to meet you both," she replied, nodding politely to the blue firelizard.
Taking her fork, she popped a piece of dry meat into her mouth quickly. Her stomach definitely approved. So she could thank the young rider for that as well, she thought. His blue was carried in his bag? She peered over at the bag. What an interesting thing to draw! And he had a dragon...her eyes lit up with inspiration, but she forced herself to be polite. She was here, as her foster brother loved reminding her, to Impress, not to bother everyone about letting her sketch them.
"I was an Apprentice Painter before I was chosen. I learned mostly though by drawing everything." she shoved more food in her mouth, swallowing quickly before continuing. She wished she hadn't dropped her Klah...
"I love drawing dragons especially, thats how I was found."
She wondered, sometimes, watching the riders, what they were before. Craftsmen and Holders, anyone could be a rider. It was such an interesting mesh of things...and watching people, as she sketched them, sometimes she liked to guess. Like this person, F'ren. Arrogant a bit, maybe confident. Rider of a bronze. Her mind wandered about as she ate.
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Post by Kristin on Sept 23, 2010 4:06:46 GMT -5
Oh good, the human wasn’t being loud and scary and Patch could eat in peace. And what lovely meat His had given him. His was just wonderful, always so good to Patch. He wished that the bigwing would also be so nice but the bigwing was always mean to him. The little firelizard couldn’t understand why the big bronze hated him so, when all Patch wanted was for everyone in their little family to be happy and love each other.
F’ren could see that Patch was getting more comfortable, now the firelizard was focused more on eating than hiding. The poor blue had been scared half to death when they’d met a bubbly kitchen worker that had squealed and cooed over him, and finally she had pinched him. The blue had disappeared so fast into F’ren’s clothes that it had been almost like he’d gone between.
But anyways, the girl was talking and F’ren really should pay attention to her. She was worth getting to know because of her painting skills but otherwise F’ren was uninterested in her. She was a candidate but didn’t seem the type that a gold would choose. A green maybe, but then F’ren already had lots of greenrider friends. Well most of them were male so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to befriend this girl. But if she impressed a blue, F’ren was out of there. After she had drawn Eneth for him of course.
“So, have you been a candidate for a long time? Or were you just searched for Trith’s clutch that will soon be on the sands.” He didn’t think that she had been a candidate for a very long time because he’d never seen her around. Or it could just be that because F’ren was generally uninterested in candidates most of the time, he hadn’t noticed her.
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Post by Meadow on Oct 2, 2010 14:46:15 GMT -5
"Not a terribly long time-" she began, and was interrupted when her brown fire lizard popped into the air above her and a small shell landed on the table next to her.
Danyan immediately landed on her shoulder, his brown speckle shaded tail wrapped around her neck and his head bumped affectionately into the bottom of her head and flickering images filled her head of where the darling had found the pretty multi shaded shell and how he'd seen another fire lizard there, and how the waves had crashed. Smiling, she picked up the shell and noted the pretty opal like quality underneath...though she did had..so many shells already. Scratching his head, she quickly cut a small piece of meat for her darling friend and he snatched it delicately, clearly ignoring the male who wasn't to be trusted yet.
"This is Danyan. He's excited he found me a shell," she explained with a smile. Had she been talking about something?
Oh right!
"Yes, well I haven't been here very long at all, but I've been trying to draw as much as possible. I really hope to Impress but even if I don't this is the perfect place to draw! Dragons everywhere, and riders. Danyan loves the dragons too," she included, taking a bite of food for herself before cutting another piece for Danyan who was crooning small snippets of song to himself.
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Post by Kristin on Oct 12, 2010 15:43:39 GMT -5
Oh so the girl had a firelizard too. A brown. Brown‘s had always been F‘ren‘s least favorite dragons and firelizards. Their hide was dull and they had boring personalities. Brown dragonriders were usually a bore too. Well except L‘cin, he wasn‘t like a brownrider at all, more like a greenrider.
„Nice to meet you Danyan, you‘re a very handsome fellow aren‘t you? And you take good care of your bonded, don‘t you? I think you should be rewarded for bringing her such lovely shells. Would you like some meat?“ Yes, Synchella already had food, but F‘ren had learned that it was best to always stay on firelizards‘ good sides. And food was a popular method of F‘ren‘s to get people and firelizards alike to like him. Patch protested a little when his foodstuff was given to the brown, but the blue didn‘t dare to raise a big fuss.
F‘ren allowed himself a brief fond smile at Synchella. It really was quite endearing how new arrivals to the Weyr acted. But as a typical weyrling, he didn‘t have much time left for chit chat. „So, do you think you would want to draw Eneth? He really is a handsome dragon, if I do say so myself. Or are you perhaps bored already of drawing?“ Charming smile: check, eye contact: check, devastatingly good looks: check. Really, he had this already. F‘ren wasn‘t used to people saying no to him.
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