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Post by menta on Oct 14, 2006 14:10:33 GMT -5
Brook walked slowly down the hallway, in between the Weyrling and hte Candidate barracks. It had been a long long day. Why did work have to be so much work? She slumped down next to the wall and closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall. She didn't usually feel vey tired, mind you she usually had enough klah in her to kick start a herdbeast. But she had had stabl duty today, so boy was she tired.
She felt herself starting to nod off right their on the floor and pretty soon she was out, propped up on one of the stone walls lining the barracks.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 14, 2006 14:40:42 GMT -5
H'var had been on his way back to his duties at the Weyrling Barracks before something had caught his eye. Someone was slumoed up against a wall. That was not usually a good thing. He got closer and noted that the girl was probably a Candidate, and he was certain he had seen her around before. He could not put a name with the face however.
Shaking her shoulder, gently at first, he tried to wake her. "Excuse me, dear. You really ought to sleep in the Barracks, not out in the open." Behind his sad eyes lay his concern for her safety. He really did not think that she should be sleeping out in the open like this not when there were people who could all to likely take advantage of a young woman alone, let alone one already making herself vulnerable.
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Post by menta on Oct 14, 2006 15:23:18 GMT -5
Brook opened one greenish eye than the other. "Hello hnadsome." She said in greeting to the ace that appeared in front of her. She blinked. It was the Asst. Weyrlingmaster. "Oh. Good evening H'var sir." She said and stood up slowly, somewhat refreshed by her short nap. She quickly tied her red hair up and stifled a yawn. "I'm fine really, i just need some klah. Happen to have any on you?" She asked sleepily, her lips curved into a slightly dreamy smile.
She looked at him, it was adorable how concerned he seemed. All these Weyrmen...all gentlemen. I'slen, G'del, and probably this fellow. How was supposed to have any fun if they didn't/i] try and take advantage of her from time to time.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 14, 2006 23:35:28 GMT -5
Her words at first suprised him, but he was certain she would have said that to anyone."Lady." He nodded in greeting. H'var stood up as she did, his face betraying his thoughts as usual. "Are you certain its klah you need and not sleep?" H'var used to sleep great, now he was an insomniac of the worst kind. He probably had klah at the barracks in the office, now that he thought about it.
"If you would like some klah without going all the way to the Weyrhall, there is usually some in my office." Technically the office was I'slen's but H'var saw no reason not to call it his as well. It did simplify matters. "If you wouldn't mind the company that is..." Not that any woman would mind his company. As much as H'var denied it, he was attractive and to top it off a people person. Almost everyone he met liked him for some reason or other.
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Post by menta on Oct 15, 2006 0:04:36 GMT -5
Brook laughed, "Who needs sleep anyways?" She asked and held out a hand to him. "Klah in your office then, sounds good." She smiled at him and shook her head a little, as if trying to rid her mind of her sleepiness. "Not at all." She said. "I'm Brook my the way. Candidate and artist. If you ever need a portrait done talk to me." She announced, never feeling there was a wrong time to pitch for buisness.
"So how has your day been going?" She asked strething a crick out of her neck from her little nap on the wall. Uhh...after this maybe she should lay down for a bit in her own bed. But not right now. Now she was going to ave klah with H'var.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 15, 2006 8:27:20 GMT -5
He took her hand after she offered it. "I don't anymore." H'var smirked, it wasn't often he slept at all... maybe a candlemark here or there. H'var was not suprised she had agreed to come with him, rather than go back to the Weyrhall, which was a trek if you asked him. "Brook. ah yes. I remember your name now. Sorry I've been a bit forgetful of late. I do try to learn the names of the Candidates as well as the Weyrlings but its been a bit hectic."
After the poisoning he had become less like himself, much less organized and unable to remember some things. "I'll remember that, though I really don't think there is anyone I want a portrait of right now." He thought about her again, Meran. It was not that she never came to mind, she just came to mind more when there were other women about.
"My day has been the usual. Nothing extremely exciting. The big difference of the day has been finding you asleep." The little things did seperate one day from the other. "It looks as though you have had a busy one, or at least a tiring one. What do they have you candidates doing for chores these days?"
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Post by menta on Oct 15, 2006 13:32:39 GMT -5
Brook smiled. "Well i'd be surprise if their was a person in the barracks who didn't know my name." She said, not boastfully, just honestly. She had been here for a few turns and she wasn't the kind of person to just blend in. Especially after her most recent escapade with I'slen and Tujal. "And no apologies necessary. Im sure its been a hectic tme for everyone." She said. And it had, even for her, but she prefered to have fun than to be depressed, well to each his own with how they dealt with tought times.
"Alright. Well, you know where to go if you ever do." She smiled. "Well i'm glad i brightened up your day. I should make that my mission. Make boring days less boring. I seem to hae a knack. Which brings me to why i am so tired. You might have heard i got into a errr...bit of a discussion with Tujal. She hit me a few times and i got stble duty for the rest of my life and probation for stnading." Of course there was more to it then that, although she had only put in one punch unlike the other girl. But if that stopped her from standing, shed give Tujal some bruises to remember.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 17, 2006 18:34:27 GMT -5
"I see." He said quietly, making a turn toward the Weyrling master's office. "The Weyrlingmaster has seen to Tujal's punishment as well. It takes two people to have a fight, sometimes more. As far as I'm concerned, she behaved as does not befit her rank. The Weyrwomen would never condone such an action." He was right of course. Lyrai and Ruet were mature for their young ages.
He gave her a cheering smile. "Stable duties are not so bad though. I'd rather never ride a runner again if I can help it." He loved his brown a lot more. Thinking of browns obviously was not a good idea, next thing he knew Kestrel was perched on his shoulder. "I doubt that Lyrai would keep you out of both Hatchings and Sharieth will be rising soon. You ahve two good chances coming up." He knew the girl probably was not heartened by that. He changed tracts slightly trying to keep her in a good humor.
"So, Brook, you are interested in impressing Gold too?" He knew most young women stood in hopes of Gold and often unintentionally impressed, greens or even blues. He hoped that her impressing Gold would not cause dissention between the Gold riders. Obviously she and Tujal despised eachother. Lyrai was a very outspoken woman as well. H'var never did understand female quarreling.
Meran had never been the type to fight over him. If he wanted other women she could just as easily find another man. In fact he didn't want any women because she wasn't jealous of them all. Why should she be jealous, he was hers.
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Post by menta on Oct 17, 2006 22:12:45 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Yah. I'm sure she did," She answered, but her tone was unexpressive. She smiled, that was true. "I mena, its probably just S'mael trying t be well...scary S'mael." She looked up as the Brown flire lizard popped from between. Even thinking about fire lizards made her squirm. She couldn't wait till her egg hatched.
She nodded, "I do. I mean, its ot like i would turn down any dragon. But having a Gold would be well...you know." She gave him a half smile. "So where's that klah you were talking about," She asked pleasantly. If she didn't have some soon she would surely collapse.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 17, 2006 22:40:43 GMT -5
H'var listened to her, she seeemed to have caught on to what went on very quickly. She would be perfectly capable of impressing a dragon, even a gold. Though he wondered at the liklihood of another Queen egg so soon after Amenth. Unless the records spoke truth of increased numbers during threadfall even among the Queens.
"Oh yes, of course." He poured her a cup immediately. "There now. I hope that is better my dear." If she fell asleep he would feel responsible for her till she woke. He couldn't leave her here and it would be bad for him to be seen going into a girls barracks. "I guess most girls dream of a Gold as most boys dream of Bronzes."
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Post by menta on Oct 18, 2006 18:10:13 GMT -5
She smiled and took the hot cup from him, snuggling deep into the seat, holding the hot mug close to her. She took a sip and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. "Yah, i guess they do," She said slightly dreamily, "Did you want to Impress bronze?" She asked. She had never known a rider to wish they'd Impress a different, but still wanted to know. She was pleased that he had obviously decided that she could stick around for a bit. Sometimes the reponsibility of the rankers was a good thing. they never left her alone, which she hated.
"Good klah." She said and took another sip, her eyes opening a little wider as the drink began to take affect.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 21, 2006 20:19:39 GMT -5
H'var watcehed her drink the klah. He wasn't too fond of the drink though it was marvelous when one needed to stay up. Lately that was not much of an issue. Brook's question set H'var to thinking. HE didn't really remember much about wanting a particular color, when he came to the Weyr he had known so little. "I don't believe I had a preference. I was seventeen and had been disowned by my family for coming to the Weyr. I just hoped against hope to impress. I have had a brown flit since I was about twelve I think." He pondered that a moment. "Not that flits are any indication but its rather interesting that I should have browns. Perhaps it is more than a personality thing. Maybe I have a preference but not consiously." He added, thinking outloud.
"Though I must confess I have admired gold dragons since I first saw Lamenth among her hatching clutch." It had been her first too. The girl probably thought him old now.
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Post by menta on Oct 21, 2006 21:39:10 GMT -5
She listened with eyes have open, "Really...bad childhood? Pitty. Well now you ride a Brown, so what is ther to be sad about." She finished brigtly, taking another sip of the warm drink which was the only thing keeping her awake.
She had been at Amenth hatching, "Yah, its hard not to fall in love with the Golds. They are incredibly." She nearly whispered as sh thought of the Weyr's three. With three Golds and fall, surely it wouldn't be too logn for another onet hatch. Well she could hope anyways. She was after all only 19 and many girls stood untilthey were in their erly to mid tweties, so she had soem time. It was just that the hatchings of Golds was so unrpedictable. Seh knew that many hopeful girls never saw a Gold egg there whole youth. She hoped she hadnt missed her chance with Amenth. Maybe that was one of the reason she disliked Tujal...or it could be the fact that the youngest Goldrider was a stuck up snob.
"You were here for Lamenth's hatchign were you? How old does that make you Brownrider?" She asked in response. Most of the mmen she new were a lot older, age had neve bothered her either which way, but she was curious.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 22, 2006 8:14:52 GMT -5
"My childhood wasn't bad. My family are traders for generations back as far as anyone can remember. Traders do not take kindly to their heirs, who they raise to take over for them, being flitted off to the Weyr." He grinned, his father had been furious. His mother actually wanted him to go, and she had always been the more compassionate of the two.
"There are other things to be upset about. Even if you do not understand yet. True love is not something that happens everday... and losing that is almost as hard as living without your dragon." He almost hesitated on the words. Shards he hated thinking about it all the time but then her face would flash before his eyes and he could not helpp but think. "How about you? Your childhood was no doubt different than my own."
So she did think he was old... he smirked. "That is hardly common knowledge. Don't go telling my age off to everyone. I impressed in Lamenth's first clutch. I'm 27 turns old and what is your age?" He would guess she was ten turns younger, though maybe not quite that young. To be hoping for a Queen she would be a lot younger than him. Kestrel made a cooing type noise in H'var's ear. Pouring a cup of klah he sat it down on the table. Kes flew over to it and began drinking the klah. "Don't burn your tongue this time." H'var warned, knowing the firelizard had done just that earlier this week. He was a hard headed little guy.
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Post by menta on Oct 22, 2006 13:05:06 GMT -5
She frowned and opened her mouth to say something snappy in response to is assumption that she knew nothing of te pains of love. Her own boyfriend had been lost in thr poisioning after all...but she really didn't know anything about love that was true, she got over boys fast. There was no love in how she acted around anyone. She didn't really even love her own family, well maybe her father, but that had't even bothered her either. "My childhood at Ponaa Hold...well i could have been spaired the first part." She cleared her throat and began to speak, "Sit straighter, be more of a lady, remember your manners....and then....tighten your corset, who would you like to mary today?" Her mother had been aweful with trying to set her daughter up...and Brook met plenty of boys on her own, just not in the way her mother wanted. One of the main reasons she'd left for the Weyr was to leave her mothers constant nagging about marriage. But her childhood had been mostly pretty good. "But then my father taught be to paint and draw and about all the wonders of art. sicen it didn't techincally qualify as a craft, my mother let me continue as his apprentice in it. I have...had five older brothers but my dad still says that i was the only one who got his talent in the craft. We always had money and i always had things and boys and art. So pretty much it was good....but i wanted to come here..." She said, her smile faltering slightly. Sometiems she didn't even understand why se was here. Maybe because Bek'kon had died here and she couldn't stand to leave the place where his mmory rested, or maybe it was how desperately she wanted to fly Gold, or maybe she wanted adventure. She had been here for a few turns and the orginial reason she had come was lost on her, put she was staying now. And the thought of going back to the hold sent her chills. She didn't want that life anymore.
"I think the Weyr is a good place for everyone who isn't sure why they are there or why they left their home in the first place. Besides, the dragonmen..." She let the sentence hang, curling up the corner of her mouth in a half smile. "Wow i talked or a while." She said, she had a knack for that. And she probably had more thoughts bottled up than shee'd like to admit. She tended to burry things...it was so much easier to do that.
Sh took another sip and thought of he own fire lizzard as Kestral began to nip at H'var's klah. Within moments Saavi was flyin around her head. She didn't get a chance to respond to H'var's age, but she made a mental note of it. "19." She said briefly before helping the green flit settle onto the her lap, curling up around the warm mug of klah. "It seems we have company."
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