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Post by Avu on Aug 13, 2008 16:01:14 GMT -5
Meira was still uncertain about why she had come out this far. In fact, she hadn’t even planned to come out at all. Especially not at noon. But right now, all she wanted was to get away from the little errands she was constantly sent to run, messages to pass, chores to do, lessons to learn and men to avoid. So the wher Candidate was now wandering absently along the stream that ran through the jungle. It wasn’t a particularly humid day: Just hot and dry. She pushed slightly damp hair from her large, gray-blue eyes, glancing around herself briefly. She had brought just a meatroll, held in her belt, along with a bottle of water, just in case she stayed out long enough to get hungry. She doubted it, but…
With a sigh, Meira selected a rock, perching on it and staring broodingly at the surrounding trees. Candidacy, as she’d found, was far from jokes and fun, as most Holders envisioned it to be: A wait, a joy ride, until Impression or Bondage was complete. No…the lessons were interesting, basic, yes, but still interesting, so that was all right. She’d met a few Candidates, that was nice too. But the chores and errands…that was what she’d come to get away from.
Pushing the issue from her mind forcibly, the Candidate pulled her knees to her chest, dipping one hand into the fast water rushing by her. The coolness was pleasant, and a small smile found Meira’s lips. This was peaceful, calm, the aloneness that frightened so many people. Better than being in the Weyr, so close to basically everybody else on Pern, as it sometimes felt.
When she got back, no doubt she’d have more chores to do. Not that Meira would complain, but…heaving a slight sigh, she closed her eyes, pressing her chin against her knees. It would be nice, just to sit for a while.
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Post by Ember on Aug 13, 2008 16:31:11 GMT -5
Little did Meira know that she actually wasn't completely alone in the forest. No, in fact she was alone with a guy in the forest. Said guy didn't think anyone else was wandering around a forest in the middle of the day either, so you can imagine his surprise when he spied Meira sitting on a rock through the trees a few fet away. Learning from his experience with Mutasim, the tall brunette approached slowly, making enough noise to be noticed before either of them got a clear look at each other.
Oh...It's a girl, Ferneth thought as he got closer and there were less trees blocking his view. With some amusement the candidate noticed that she had a knife with her. What is it common for young people to carry knives around in a weyr? Ferneth didn't voice this thought out loud though. "Hello there." He left it at that simple statement, waiting to see if this person wanted to stick him with a knife either.
It was a nice enough day even if it was hot and dry. Ferneth could understand someone else being out and about. The jungle just seemed like one of those places few would visit...probably why the girl sitting on the rock before him was the only other person he'd seen out there. He also figured the time was a big factor too. He had just finished some chores not too long ago. He had woken up insanely early and been assigned chores rather quickly. Him and Meira had been thinking along the same lines when they came to the jungle. They both wanted a little time to relax.
Sure Ferneth didn't mind doing chores, but a break was welcome. Lucky him he might get to spend that break in the company of someone else. I suppose that matters if she wants me to stay or not, he thought dryly. Just from a first glance she seemed to enjoy the peace and quiet, so she may not want or even like company at all.
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Post by Avu on Aug 13, 2008 16:49:56 GMT -5
A few minutes after the sunlight had begun to soak Meira thoroughly, a rustle caught her attention. She froze briefly, hand flying to the knife she had on her belt as thoughts of a wild feline whirled at dizzying speeds through her mind. Opening her eyes, the Candidate was surprised and slightly scared to see a young man, a Candidate probably, a few feet away. Her breath came short for a moment as she studied him.
No knife. Well, that was good…it meant she could purportedly fight him off if need be…right? Meira bit her lip nervously, staring uncertainly at Ferneth. “Um, hello,” she said awkwardly, suddenly wishing she had brought someone with her. Raila, perhaps. Even if the girl probably couldn’t help her, strength in numbers was always nice. Or Mutasim, perhaps. She had felt oddly comfortable with him, and what with his half-dozen knives, anyone with good sense would stay away.
She swallowed uncertainly, still eyeing him. “I’m…I’m sorry, were you just passing?” she asked warily. “I won’t stop you…” Meira hadn’t been aware that anyone had been in the jungle at all, much less a young man. Even if he was unarmed…in the archives, she would likely have freaked out if Mutasim randomly approached, too—even more so, what with his unlikely garb. But at least there, people had been there. Archivists, other Candidates, Raila.
Here? Nothing. Only her knife could provide possible defense. Meira raised her left hand hesitantly, her right one still clutched possessively around the knife’s hilt, pushing her hair out of her eyes, still staring warily at Ferneth.
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Post by Ember on Aug 13, 2008 17:17:30 GMT -5
Ferneth let out a slight sigh as he realized that this girl seemed wary of him too. Did he look like some big bully or something? Sure he was tall but that wasn't his fault. Was she another northerner like Mutasim? He had never met a person from the south who acted like this. Of course the south was a vastly different place from the north. Ferneth shrugged mentally and decided this time would have a different ending than his last encounter with a person wielding a weapon.
When she responded he smiled slightly. That was close enough to a friendly response to satisfy Ferneth. He had noticed her biting her lip though, which meant she probably didn't trust him. Not that he minded. If she was from the north and if the stories were as true as he'd heard Ferneth could understand any girl being uncomfortable around him. "I wasn't expecting to find anyone else out here, especially at this time. Are you a candidate too?"
Ferneth was trying to ignore the hand clutching the knife. It was a bit of a tense situation for them both he figured but he had to try. "Well, I was passing through but...would you mind if a I stayed? I'm rather new to the weyr and don't really know anyone. I'd like a chance to talk to some more people but if you'd rather I left I'd be more than willing to oblige," he said very respectfully, bowing his head for a moment. He had been raised to always respect women and he didn't intend on changing that now.
Ferneth kept his eyes on her and even when an itch started on the back of his neck he refused to scratch it until he knew if he was welcome or not. He rather hoped he was and that probably showed in his expression too.
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Post by Avu on Aug 13, 2008 19:54:10 GMT -5
His smile, contrary to what most would probably believe, did not help Meira’s nerves in the slightest. Anyone could control facial muscles to their pleasure, but that didn’t mean they actually felt anything of the sort. Her hand didn’t ease on her knife as she stood slowly, uncurling herself from the rock. But no. Meira had already decided that she wasn’t going to be suspicious of every male that moved here. It was a lot easier to think than to put into actions, though. Ceasing to bite her lip, she wet her dry lips when he spoke.
Friendly enough…she shrugged, but her hooded eyes were still wary. “I got away,” she said dryly. “Yes, I’m a Candidate…” The too emphasized what she’d already guessed: He was a Candidate as well. Probably newly arrived, as she’d never seen him around before. Of course, she wasn’t exactly the oldest Candidate around by far, having arrived two sevendays or so ago.
A slight sardonic dryness started in her mind, which formulated into thoughts. Mutasim’s been here for four Hatchings and he’s fine…what are you going to look like if you’re a nervous wreck, by the time four Hatchings passes by? Probably nothing exceptionally pretty. Meira lessened the tight grip on her knife’s hilt. Which promptly tightened again at his query. Stay? The thought made her slightly panicky.
Fighting the impulse to run from this young man, or at least offer to talk to him in a less isolated spot, Meira shrugged again, and then managed to say in a quiet voice, “I—guess I don’t mind…as—long as…” She faltered, wishing for once she had a fire lizard. Time to try again. “Um, yes, I suppose you can stay.” This time at least her voice was even and didn’t crack. “I—I’m Meira,” she added, remembering her manners. “What name do I call you by?”
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2008 0:55:52 GMT -5
Ferneth was secretly amused at how similar and yet different this meeting was from when he met Mutasim. Both didn't seem to trust or like him very much, even when he did act friendly. That didn't mean he could just give up but it certainly made it harder. He didn't try to get any closer than he already was so instead he considered sitting down. But then if I piss her off and she decides to come at me I can't run, Ferneth thought sarcastically. Besides, he was still waiting to see if he'd be staying or going to find other company.
She spoke again to answer his first question. So she was a candidate. That made sense considering how young she looked. Oh sure, she could have been weyrfolk but candidate seemed the most obvious. Ferneth heard her speak again but could barely hear her properly. She was so quiet! Meira paused and he wondered what was wrong. He didn't have to worry more than a couple of seconds because when she spoke again he heard her much more clearly. Ferneth appreciated the...chance? Yes, the chance he felt she was giving him.
Taking a moment to sit with his back against a tree, one knee drawn up near his chest and the other leg straight along the ground. She offered her name and asked for his in return. Fair exchange. "That's a nice name," Ferneth said, realizing afterwards what a dork he probably sounded like. "My name's Ferneth. I come from Selenitas Hold." He was no northern man and he wanted to make that clear. That didn't man she'd believe him though.
Ferneth decided to strike up a more interesting conversation than names and birth places. "You mentioned before that you 'got away', did you come here to relax? This jungle is a good place to get lost in thoughts...or just plain lost too," He commented, resteing his chin on his knee afterwards.
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Post by Avu on Aug 14, 2008 12:02:49 GMT -5
A small smile flickered across Meira’s face when he sat. It would be much easier to get away if he was sitting. “It’s not like I picked my name,” she answered, leaning lightly against her rock, her light gaze still doubtful. “But thanks.” His name pricked a light interest in her, though—namely how it ended, with the ‘th’ customary of a dragon. Well, perhaps he’d been named for a dragon. It wasn’t unheard of—although personally, Meira thought it’d be odd to introduce yourself and have someone think of a dragon. “Mm,” she said noncommittally, raising one eyebrow slightly.
I come from Selenitas Hold. A prick of surprise entered her there, as she hadn’t offered her birthplace. If he’d thought that saying his would make her offer hers, he had another thought coming. That was private to most people. Girls included, although Meira was a bit more lax around them than around men. Besides…it didn’t necessarily have to be true for him to say it. She shrugged, although she dropped her hand from the knife hilt. A Southern-born man was more likely to respect women. For a change, Meira thought grimly.
She started slightly as he spoke. “Oh—I just came to lie around.” A sardonic smile flickered across her face. “It’s a lot better than running constant errands.” Of late, the Headwoman of the kitchen had taken to telling her to do whatever chore she could come up with at the moment. Change this glow, that glow; go and see if so-and-so needed any help, and while she was at it, could she make sure that the healer’s supplies were adequate? She grimaced at the thought. As if she was the only person in the Weyr with two able feet.
“Are you lost?” she added, frowning slightly at his remark. “I just followed the river.” She gestured with one hand. “The Weyr is just a few minutes’ walk away if you go quickly.” Meira knew she was stretching the truth slightly, but it wasn’t as if she had been walking ages and ages. By now, she was slightly more relaxed, pulling herself onto the rock and tucking one leg underneath her, leaning to one side with her hand propping her up.
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2008 13:47:41 GMT -5
Ferneth was glad to catch a glimpse of a smile. It meant that he did at least something right. He nodded thoughtfully when she said she hadn't picked the name. It was true and he still felt like an idiot for saying it. He grinned when she didn't say anything about his name but just looked at him. Ferneth was very used to the odd looks or comments he got occasionally. As she had said, he hadn't picked the name.
Ferneth finally felt comfortable enough to look away from her once she had let go over her knife. It was much easier to relax if she wasn't holding that in a death grip. He could enjoy the shady comfort the place he was sitting allowed more fully. There was a faint, warm breeze that he'd just noticed now. Ferneth didn't look at her when she spoke right away but he definitely heard her.
"I couldn't agree more. Although someone does have to do them eventually. Sometimes it feels like they search you out specifically. I wonder if they even keep tabs how much one of us does compared to another," he mused aloud, hazel eyes turned back to Meira. Ferneth had to blink at her query. Him? Lost? The last time I got lost I was 10 turns old and I was playing hide and seek with Menae and Nafane at a Gather... The memory saddened him and he quickly refocused on the conversation.
Ferneth waved his hand dismissively. "No, I'm not lost. Used the same trick as you did actually. I just figured if you strayed too far from the river you might end up lost without a landmark to guide you back. I know some people have next to no sense of direction." Luckily for him Ferneth couldn't be counted as one of those people. He had a pretty good idea what direction he was going most of the time.
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Post by Avu on Aug 14, 2008 14:11:22 GMT -5
“Yeah…” Meira mulled over the word briefly in her mouth. “The Headwoman’s decided to make Candidacy miserable for me of late, so…” The briefest touch of a grin flickered across her face. “She’s going to throw a fit when she finds out I’m not around.” Chores were all right in all, specifically General Weyr services and the Archive Duty. Kitchen duty was far from fun…as she’d found out of late. She wasn’t dodging that; just the Headwoman.
Meira’s eyes automatically followed his dismissive gesture before landing onto Ferneth’s face again. “The river’s a pretty steady landmark,” she agreed, although landmarks and the like had never bothered her. She wasn’t the kind to wander around stupidly and aimlessly until she was lost. Normally she had some purpose—although today was different.
She’d had enough ‘purposes’ to keep her alive for twelve Turns more already in her brief Candidacy period, issued mainly by that stupid Headwoman that kept popping into her thoughts of late. “So, are you standing for wher or dragon Hatchings?” she queried. It was always interesting to find out other people’s views on such things, although more often than not she found herself irritated by the constant need of defending the watch-whers against a verbal assault.
People just didn’t seem to appreciate the unsung heroes.
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2008 15:11:33 GMT -5
Ferneth chuckled as the image of the Headwoman came to mind looking for the girl. He supposed he was in a similar situation having disappeared into the forest too. "Before I became a candidate I thought there wouldn't be much to do. I thought we'd just relax and wait around for our turn to Impress. The Headwoman quickly got that idea out of my head." Normally Ferneth didn't mind chores but the sheer number the Headwoman threw at him kind of put him off a bit.
Ferneth was enjoying their little chat quite a bit. They had a common 'enemy' of sorts: The Headwoman. That was one woman who seemed to thrive off of giving people errands. He felt a bit bad for her though. She was just doing her job and he figured a lot of candidates probably didn't like her overly much. Everyone had to do their share to make things run smoothly. Her share just involved annoying the living daylights out of candidates.
Ferneth blinked at Meira's question. He couldn't see why he'd rather stand for a wher Hatching over a dragon Hatching. "It's dragon Hatchings for me. Sure wher's are interesting but I've been admiring dragons and their riders for a while." He had considered both options at first but he just couldn't seem himself as a wherhandler. Didn't they have to keep odd hours? Plus he preferred dragons because they were so much more majestic. "What about you? Whers or dragons?"
If she was going to stand for wher Hatchings, he'd love to know what she found so special about the flightless creatures. Did she find them cute in some odd way or something? If she was for dragon Hatchings than maybe they would both Impress at the same Hatching.
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Post by Avu on Aug 14, 2008 15:31:30 GMT -5
Meira didn’t know whether to be more afraid or not at his chuckle. It was actually a nice sound, not the kind of sound someone plotting to attack you would make. Or at least, Meira didn’t think so. She shrugged. “Everyone seems to think that,” she admitted. “It was going around my Ha—er, the place I used to live, that Candidates…had it easy. That all they did was learn what they should do when they stood and then they’d be set.” She sighed. Well, they did that too, along with what precautions they should take…a shudder ran the length of Meira’s body before she could think twice about it. Their third Candidate lesson had a topic that would put anybody off.
At least, she mused, here was someone who wouldn’t make fun of Whers. Meira was relieved to hear that. What put her off was the bit about admiring dragons and their Riders. She could see what was to admire about the dragons—Riders, not so much. “Well, dragons are lovely,” she agreed slowly, her tone a bit acidic. Surely he didn’t mean all Riders?
But if he’d been raised in Selenitas Hold, he’d be basically clueless about what went on in the North. Holder children were the last to be informed of anything, according to the looks on most of their faces whenever someone mentioned the North. Completely clueless, curious, and stupid. Some of them even wanted to go. Imagine wanting to walk into the den of a wild feline that had killed a full flight of dragons—that was basically the closest simile you got. A ruthless, evil thing, these Northerners.
“Me? Oh…Whers.” Meira shrugged, pressing her lips together. She actually might have tried Impressing, but the farther away from the Flightrooms she stayed, the better. Of course Whers ran, too, but it was less involved than dragons…even though, according to the Candidatemaster, she should probably take…precautions…as well. Even though she’d never wanted to so much as hug anybody, much less bed them. Another slight shiver, this one nearly imperceptible.
Stupid past. It always seemed to pop up and basically ruin what might be a friendship.
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2008 16:06:33 GMT -5
Ferneth was curious about why Meira seemed reluctant about mentioning her old home but he dismissed it as simply not trusting him with it. "Especially us holdbred folks. If I've learned anything from staying at the weyr these past few days it's that things are a lot different both in a weyr and the situation in the north," he said with a sad sigh, looking down at his feet. To think he hadn't known a whole lot about what was happening in the north before becoming a candidate. Ferneth still felt just like a silly child sometimes.
The tone of her voice made him look at her again, curious about what he had said that caused such a quick change. "I truly think so, but it's unfortunate that the Riders in the north are being such dimglows. Not every Rider is bad but they give a bad reputation to all Riders." Ferneth frowned at the thought. Luckily for him he had yet to meet a rider he considered truly bad.
Ferneth ahhed with interest when she said which type of creature she'd by standing for. That was interesting and, as he'd mentally promised himself, he made himself ask why. "I have always been curious about why we people like whers so much. You're actually the first person I know to pick whers over dragons. I find that neat. Might I ask why?" Of course it was her personal choice whether to answer that question or not.
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Post by Avu on Aug 14, 2008 16:39:26 GMT -5
Meira nodded quietly. Yes, Holdbred folk weren’t exactly the first to know about happenings in the Weyr: She felt bad for them for that. But she supposed one got used to it after a while—or perhaps not? She mulled, looking at Ferneth, who looked more than a bit put out by his lack of prior knowledge. “Well, most Weyrs have their privacies,” she said consolingly. “You have to actually be in a Weyr to know anything about it. It’s not just the isolation of a Hold.” After all, fire lizards, not to mention drums, were a pretty accurate way of passing messages.
No, she wasn’t defending Benden. Yes, you have to actually be in a Weyr to know anything about it. Well, she hadn’t thought Benden would be that bad, but she had been wrong. It had been terrible. She hadn’t known that before, had she?
She relaxed at his words. So he didn’t admire the Riders up north. “See?” she commented, although the tense topic took most of the friendly teasing note out of her voice. “You do know something about other Weyrs.” Her face darkened as a thought flickered across her mind. They’re bad enough to counterbalance what I suppose passes as good in the Southern Weyrs. It wasn’t a consoling thought. “Some Northern riders aren’t so bad,” she added fairly. They weren’t, not all of them. Mostly the female Greenriders were all right. Otherwise…another shudder. She really had to stop doing that.
The Candidate propped her chin onto her knees thoughtfully at the question, debating whether or not to answer. “I…wouldn’t pick whers,” she said hesitantly, “If it hadn’t been for…” She paused, half-bewildered. “Well, I don’t…want to Impress and then…” She hesitated. Females generally Impressed greens or queens—queens were a lot rarer, of course, and Meira doubted she could Impress one anyway. So, a green—greens Rose. A lot. And she knew she’d never get used to that, no matter what.
“I don’t want to be Flown.” The words came of their own consent, bursting from her in a harsh whisper as she pressed her forehead against her legs, hoping he understood what she meant by Flown. If he didn’t, it would be very, very awkward to explain.
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2008 17:23:53 GMT -5
Ferneth smiled appreciatively when she tried to make him feel better. It missed it's mark a bit but the fact that she'd tried cheered him up. "I guess that is somewhat true. You can get a basic idea of the weyr but never the whole story," he said with a slight nod. More happened in this weyr than he had previously known or would have guessed. That meant that what she said was quite true. She sounded like she actually knew weyrs pretty well. Did that mean she had been a candidate for a while?
Ferneth blinked in surprise when she brought up tat he did know something. He chuckled and replied, "Well, I guess I do know a bit I suppose but not really enough." He pondered what she said next. "Even the north needs some good Riders. I hear a fair number of them come to Selenitas though." At least we better hope it's the good ones coming here or else we'd be in trouble.
Meira seemed indecisive about whether she actually wanted a wher or dragon at all. He didn't understand why she wouldn't want one until she told him, and right away he still didn't get it. But dragons are Flown...it doesn't affect anyone. Oh. Except their Riders share the experience. One could probably see it visibly dawning on him. He frowned slightly, wondering what he could say to that. He was more comfortable with that kind of thing, but only just at this point.
Ferneth opened his mouth to say something but found nothing worth saying. He would have walked over and offered a shoulder or a hug but she didn't seem the type to welcome physical contact. "You don't have to stand if you don't want to. I'm sure no one would force you to." Not the most comforting thing, but then again no one said Ferneth was the brightest glow in the basket.
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Post by Avu on Aug 15, 2008 14:28:59 GMT -5
Meira nodded, a slight sigh escaping her. “Even in a Weyr, there are secrets,” she murmured. “Especially if you’re a Candidate…even if a Northern Weyr invaded, we’d probably still be the last to know.” That was stretching it, as Candidates weren’t usually that misinformed, but it was pretty close between Candidates and Drudges. That, coupled with the fact that Drudges could, purportedly, order a Candidate around…well. It made it difficult to demand to know, since they had basically no rank.
“No doubt you’ll learn. You have to,” Meira responded truthfully. If one didn’t learn quickly, they would be left behind in lessons and basically everything. It was hard to even run errands if you didn’t start memorizing faces as well. And seriously, how many people had a photographic memory? The Candidate was willing to bet not many did. “Especially,” she added with a bit of dry humor in her tones, “Once the Headwoman memorizes you.”
She shrugged uneasily. “Northern Riders that are ‘good’ don’t last very long in the North,” she remarked grimly. “They have to adjust to killing, unless they want to be killed.” Meira shrugged again, a simple gesture. “They’re like wild felines.” And they were, really. Ruthless killing, completely unaware of the definition of ‘loyalty’ or ‘friendship’. Adjust or die. The whole nine dragonlengths.
“You don’t have to stand if you don’t want to. I’m sure no one would force you to.”
“No, it’s not that!” Meira protested, inwardly berating herself for letting herself get so close to hysterical. “I just…” She paused, shrugging as she tried to place her fear into words. It wouldn’t come—perhaps because she wasn’t altogether comfortable with Ferneth yet; perhaps because she was just unused to expressing herself; perhaps because Ferneth was, when all things were considered, a boy. “It just scares me,” she mumbled faintly. “I still do want to Bond.”
Okay, enough about herself. If she kept this up she’d end up killing herself. Meira turned the topic as quickly as possible. “You know you’ll be in danger if you Impress a dragon, don’t you? You still want to Impress, with Thread and the war?”
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