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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 9, 2010 13:13:45 GMT -5
Darya’s footsteps seemed to echo in the corridors, even though there was no logical reason for them to do so, perhaps it was only in her mind, an added expression of the awkwardness she felt at once again walking towards the candidate master’s office, a feeling she should well be over since it had been over two decades since she’d last been the candidate master’s problem, not to mention that that was also who know how many candidate masters ago.
She was sure she didn’t really stick out like a wher egg in a firelizard nest, she couldn’t. It was just nerves, the current emptiness of the corridors, and the sheer strangeness of the situation getting to her. Probably mostly the strangeness, Darya rarely felt obligated to apologise to anyone, mostly because she meant every nasty thing she said and did, and took a kind of mild sadistic pleasure in other people’s suffering (this may have explained why she wasn’t very popular in most quarters), however today, after agonising over the decision for a while, Darya did actually feel motivated to go and apologise to Emoyan for, well whatever various things she’d done while she’d been with him at the gather, she couldn’t actually all of them but she was sure they were all hellishly embarrassing. She was pretty sure she’d kissed him in an attempt to get him drunk as well, it could hardly get more embarrassing than that, for either of them.
Heywait I come too! Not lose again. Well, now it couldn’t Darya thought as Imp bolted along the corridor and climbed up her clothing until he could perch on her shoulder and look around. Everything was more embarrassing with a salamandyr along. Unfortunately, since he’d wandered off at the gather and been unable to find her Imp was not amiable to being left behind anywhere at the moment, it was really rather a good thing that Imp had the sense to stay with Azrath otherwise Darya might well have been searching Blossom Hold high and low for her pet, or trying to molest some green firelizard owning holder. Yes, it was a very good thing he’d returned to Azrath.
The door to Emoyan’s office loomed before her, as intimidating as such doors had always been, and for a moment Darya was motivated to wonder if her own office door seemed as imposing, then she realised she was procrastinating and knocked, hoping Emoyan wasn’t in the habit of locking his door and pretending not to be in, not that she was, not at all.
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Post by dragon on Jan 9, 2010 23:59:48 GMT -5
The ears were taking shape, one tiny sliver of wood at a time. It was a fairly soft wood, so carving it was pretty easy ... which was a good thing, considering his knife was dull. And how frequently his carvings tended to simply vanish on him. Emoyan was not entirely certain it was Skink doing that, anymore ... maybe it was his students doing it. Daring each other to very strange activities. Stealing knickknacks was easy ... especially if a kid wanted to prove he'd had the guts to sneak into his office. Paperweights were nothing.
Thus, the soft wood.
Emoyan didn't really care ... so long as it was only carved bits of wood. He didn't mind, really. The important stuff was still around, no one was getting hurt. Sticking the wooden carving between his teeth by a leg ... or what would eventually be a leg ... he used the tip of his blade to clean out from under the fingernails of his left hand for a moment, the flakes of wood under them having started to really annoy. That done, he took the carving back out of his teeth and started whittling on it again. Turning it over, he gave it a look for a moment from different angles, making sure of where he was carving, and to what degree.
An idle pass time, that's all it was. When he wasn't actually having to do anything... or wasn't out walking. "What do you think?" Emoyan asked, holding it out to Skink, who was for a change right there, lounging in the middle of the expanse of his desk. The surface was clean - completely - and painted black. Simply because otherwise it would have been an ink-covered mess that Skink loved to make of it. It was easier to just keep it clear, everything put away where she couldn't reach. And might as well make it black, too...
Skink flipped her tail to the other side of her body, and blinked at him, bored. Where was Sylph, anyway? Not want. Not done. She remarked, before flipping her tongue at him, too.
Emoyan laughed, and was about to start whittling on it again, adding to the heap of fine slivers on the desk's surface, when the knock came at his door. Pausing, he considered that for a moment, before kicking his feet off the far corner of the desk, bringing his boots back to the floor. "Come in." He answered, wondering who in the world it was that had come to see him ... here of all places. Sure ... theoretically a Candidate could be, but as of yet no Candidate from any class had ever taken him up on that invite. They all thought he was plague ridden or something... apparently. Or just plain stupid.
Skink turned her head to look at the door, interested. Maybe it was Sylph, with hers? Or ... or ... somebody? Anything but boring falling slivers of wood!! Rascal, however, never even noticed, drowsing as he was on the mantle, snout nearly reaching his toes as he slumbered in a forward-leaning sitting position. If he leaned much further, he might well drop right off the mantle. Keeping track of Skink was a big job, for the brown, and he slept every chance he got. Cause Skink was not above taking off in the middle of the night, either.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 10, 2010 17:32:55 GMT -5
For one wild moment Darya had second thoughts, specifically ones centred on fleeing down the corridor and just avoiding Emoyan for the rest of her life, it couldn’t be that hard could it? In response to Darya’s mild panic Imp flared his frill menacingly at the closed door, clearly it was behaving in some threatening manner he didn’t understand if it was managing to upset Darya so much. Oh, a voice, had he scared it in submission then?
The invitation hung in the corridor for a moment, sounding worryingly official. Darya automatically tugged her clothes straight before she reached for the door handle, reminding herself as she did so that was just Emoyan in there, just the person she’d been all over at the gather, just the person she wanted to apologise to. Okay, still nerve wracking, never mind.
Oh for crying out loud, his office was clean as well! Darya noticed that the moment she walked in the door, she could hardly miss the lack of the paper stacks that she always thought just grew in offices, even the desk was clear. This just defied belief. ‘Um,’ Darya’s opening statement wasn’t going well, in fact there was a lengthily pause in which her eyes rolled around the room, taking in the pile of wood shavings, the bored salamandyr, the black desk, and the drowsing firelizard on the mantle. Realising she’d let the silence drag on a few moments too long Darya blushed faintly. ‘Sorry, it’s just that your office is really tidy.’ She blurted out, and coloured up further and looked at the floor.
‘I didn’t mean to just blurt that out. I was just amazed; I thought the paper heaps were part of the furniture for offices.’ Darya stopped herself babbling right there, through an extreme effort of will, she was only embarrassing herself further and putting off the inevitable. ‘I actually came around to, um, well, to apologise for being such a general embarrassment to the human species at the gather, and to thank you for looking out for me.’ She managed to get the words out without looking too painfully embarrassed, although she still looked awkward, but then she was still stood just inside the doorway and was doing something she hated.
Imp had no such qualms, and was not overly concerned with the tidiness of various offices, so he carefully made his way down Darya’s clothing to the floor while she was busy. He’d frightened the door into opening, now what could he do? The bronze salamandyr took a few steps forward and looked around the room curiously.
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Post by dragon on Jan 10, 2010 18:06:55 GMT -5
Emoyan's brows went up significantly when he saw Darya come through the door... after a lengthy pause. Her expression then was nearly priceless, to boot. Grinning, he leaned forward and started scooping the shavings together into a heap in front of him. "Actually, it is. But for my sanity, I have to make the effort." He flicked a finger at Skink, who had hopped to her feet. "It's her fault. She loves to destroy stuff ... especially parchment, especially with ink." As she scuttled off the desktop and landed with a not-quite-graceful splat on the floor, he tapped the desk. "Thus the color." He really hated the color, honestly. It made it look like a dark place to fall into and never climb back out of.
Emoyan gestured for her to finish coming in. "Have a sit." he invited. There were not only other chairs in the room, they were also clear of clutter. Again, Skink's fault. The green mandyr scuttled across the floor almost too fast to really be seen, coming to a halt square in front of Imp. Stretching upward, she sniffed the end of his snout, eyes whirling in mischievous, curious colors. Whooooo wass thiisssss??? Making a small peep, she circled around him quickly, sniffing him all over before settling down to sit beside him with a happy look on her little face. Imp had been claimed.
New pretty, for her collection. She was still trying to figure out how to keep all of her collected males from wandering all over the place, though ... but she'd figure it out eventually. Rascal stayed, eventually the rest would, too.
"It's alright." Emoyan assured her. "Not a problem - any of it. You made quite the interesting companion for the day." He smiled at her a bit, before shrugging and settling back into a more relaxed fashion in his seat. "What are friends for?" Oh, he quite distinctly remembered her saying she didn't have any of those - which was part of why he'd said it. Everyone needed at least one.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 11, 2010 18:08:57 GMT -5
Darya perched uncomfortably on the offered chair, which she didn’t even have to move any junk off of beforehand. ‘You’re supposed to blame the mess on your salamandyr Emoyan, not the tidiness.’ She joked, still not quite managing to smother the nervousness in her voice. ‘I’m surprised you painted your desk black though, I do recall you not liking black, although I don’t remember much else. Hence the blanket apology.’ Darya shrugged in an embarrassed sort of way and looked down at the salamandyrs on the floor for a moment.
Imp twisted around to keep an eye on the green, not really sure what she wanted. The bronze salamandyr’s frill flicked up and down uncertainly as Skink circled him, and he hopped a step sideways when she sat down beside him. What want? he inquired curiously, dropping his head to one side, he wasn’t sure about this at all.
Darya smiled at Imp’s strange behaviour, glad she wasn’t the only one off balance here. She hadn’t had specific plan when she’d come here but there’d been a definite shape ahead of her, and that had involved leaving by now, so she was utterly lost. Also, Emoyan was, well rather more relaxed than she thought he should be, it would be nice if he felt as awkward as she did. Of course he could remember everything that happened and she couldn’t. Yeah, that would be why he was grinning like that.
Darya fixed Emoyan with a suspicious glare, straightening up as she did so, and generally looking more herself than she had since she entered the room. ‘You don’t have to humour me, you know.’ She said a little more sharply than she’d intended. ‘You can just tell me I’m an utter disgrace to humanity and tell me to get out of you office. I won’t mind. Well, I’ll be angry, I really hate having to apologise to people, but I won’t be unduly upset.’ Darya decided to shut up at that point, this wasn’t going brilliantly, and it was unlikely to get better if she decided to take some of her formidable frustrations out on Emoyan, who was probably only trying to help.
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Post by dragon on Jan 11, 2010 18:29:31 GMT -5
He nodded, smiling slightly. "Typically, that's how it's done, yes. But I got tired of trying to read script off of torn papers similarly smeared with ink. It really is such a bother, you know. I am sure a few other people can attest to this part." He shrugged slightly, before scooping up a wastebasket and shoving the shavings off the desk edge and into it. Setting it aside, Emoyan looked over at her, again, past the now-clean-again desk. Barring the half-carved lump of wood sitting on it, next to his half-dull knife.
"Painting it all black made it look better than the splotchy something-died-on-it black and grey mess it was before." He explained. "I don't particularly care for the color, no. But I also don't like my desk appearing as if something with gut problems peed on it regularly. Kind of sends a very strange message to both my students and my superiors, you know. So ... thus it is." He patted the surface lightly with one hand, before getting up and moving toward a wicker hamper. Apparently it wasn't being used as a typical hamper, for what he lifted out of it after removing the wooden lid was anything but clothes. Setting a vaguely cool pitcher of what could have been either wine or juice on the corner of the desk, he lifted a couple mugs off a shelf and set them on the desk, as well. "It's not alcoholic, I'm afraid, but would you like a drink?"
Skink peeped helpfully to Imp, and sidled sideways to sit beside him again, a rather smug appearance to her features. Want keep. Add pretty. Collection mine. Stay. Mine. she answered, helpfully, seeing no reason whatsoever why he wouldn't want to be part of her collection. Skink was the bestest out there, wasn't she? Granted, she normally collected browns, and flitters at that, but hey. Who wouldn't want an awesome bronze mandyr to be the crown jewel?
Darya's outburst was met with a calm smile as Emoyan settled back in his chair. "What if I am not humoring you at all, but rather myself?" He countered. "Besides - if I were to say such things, it would make me a liar, I do believe. Because I don't believe them myself. As for your leaving ... it is alright if you stay. I don't mind the company one bit. I do admit I was surprised to see you come through that door, however." He filled a mug and offered it to her. If she didn't want it, that was ok, too - he'd just drink it himself. "How is Azrath?" Truth be told, the Candidate Master was actually quite pleased she'd come to visit.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 12, 2010 6:30:39 GMT -5
Watching Emoyan clear the bits of wood off his desk made Darya wonder if she should get a broom and try sweeping everything off her own desk into a bin, she dismissed the idea on the basis that she didn’t know where she was going to find a big enough bin. Maybe she’d just take it all along to the next weyrling class and give it to X’rx’s green, she’d destroyed the rest of the papers in short order, a few more wouldn’t be a problem. ‘I wouldn’t know, I try to avoid my paperwork until someone’s yelling about it, besides, Imp only destroys paper when weyrling dragons encourage him to.’ Darya shrugged one shoulder in a dismissive sort of way, she wouldn’t mind if Imp took up paper destruction as a pastime.
‘You should try a different colour ink, just think, if you get a good supply of red it could easily look like you’d murdered the last person to come in here.’ Yes that was Darya’s idea of a minor witticism, but her sense humour did lean heavily towards the morbid at times. ‘It might scare off your students. She added cheerfully, wondering where she could get some red ink.
Imp looked sideways at Skink, she looked far too happy for his liking, and made a low hurr sound. Not stay. Need watch Dar. Need I not lose Dar. He explained, she could collect him if she wanted to but he really had to make sure he wasn’t going to lose Darya again. Drink not bad thing. He elaborated. Azrath blamed the losing on rotten grape juice so clearly Imp should make sure Darya didn’t drink any more of it.
Darya snorted at the comment that came with the offer of a drink. ‘I think I may have drunk enough alcohol for a while. Even my salamandyr’s nagging me so it must be bad. Besides, that would just end up with me embarrassing myself again.’ The next few sentences stunned Darya into silence for a few moments while she considered them, frowning slightly.
‘If you’re trying to confuse me, you’ve successfully managed it.’ Darya leaned forward and took the mug from Emoyan’s hand, and rolled her eyes as Imp darted over to sniff the contents. Apparently Imp was now the guardian of morality. ‘Azrath is apparently really enjoying himself.’ Darya answered with mild exasperation. ‘Either he was just cut out for teaching or he’s sneakily laying groundwork with those impressionable baby greens already.’ Darya rolled her eyes again at the thought of Azrath setting her up for future humiliation but seemed mildly amused overall, mostly because she knew Azrath liked all the weyrling dragons, not just the greens.
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Post by dragon on Jan 12, 2010 23:18:35 GMT -5
"It can be a bother, yes." Emoyan agreed. Paperwork ... not the most fun pastime in the world. Thankfully, he was pretty good at it, and keeping it organized and under control. Part of that came from turns upon turns of writing gobs of songs, only to sort and file them away to never be seen or played again. Mostly because most of Pern was not interested in the made-up un-historical ditties of one dragon riding harper. Well ... these days, there was no dragon riding. Left lots of time for the candidates, paper work, more song writing ... and maybe just a touch of furthering his craft. Maybe someday before he died he'd walk those tables again.
"Red, huh?" He asked, with a quirked eyebrow. "Red and black go together pretty well, I suppose. But it kinda makes a rather ... deadly air. Not something I'm really looking to create." He was already having problems getting his candidates to come to him with issues or problems. In fact, recently he had learned that quite a few of his students had managed to make it to weyrlinghood without knowing how to read. If that wasn't embarrassing, he didn't know what was. From here on out, he was going to make sure they had at least a basic reading skill. Or at least try to hammer that into their thick heads. He wasn't sure if Darya had found that out, just yet, about her students. Faranth knew they were good at hiding it, despite his handing out reading material to the lot of them.
Drat. Skink deflated just a bit. Her collected shiny couldn't stay, either. How come the only one that would stay and pretend to be part of her collected harem was Rascal, anyway? It couldn't be because of her choices ... Rascal stayed, and was a brown flitter. Other brown fitters, however, would not stay. And Imp was a bronze mandyr ... a whole other gem! And he wouldn't stay, either? What was wrong with the world, anyway?? Seriously, she was tempted to throw out her collection and start anew. Something about her gems smelled rotten. But when Imp leapt up and scurried away to mount his person, Skink perked up again, watching. Suddenly deciding to follow, she shot up Darya as well, to perch right next to Imp and sniff the drink, too, curiously.
Odd ... it was the same stuff that hers always drank. Was that normal mine-behavior? To drink smashed fruithings? There really were better things to drink out there. Sitting down next to Imp again, she took on the squinty-eyed happy look again. Skink stay with, then. Make better. Maybe her gems needed a bit of shepherding. Yeah, that was it. Sylph would be proud of her for figuring that one out!
"Well ... possibly they mean you good." Emoyan offered. Faranth knew quitting the wine had been good for him. Life had been mighty rough, living in the bottom of the bottle. "Give it a shot... I'm pretty sure they'll support you through it. And if you don't like life sober?" All he could do was shrug. Some people were just that way.
Her comments on Azrath made him wonder how Kindrith might have acted, given the situation. But he quickly desisted that train of thought, as it was not a good one to be following. "At least he isn't hating them and trying to claw their eyes out?" He offered. Generally, it was a good thing that the weyrling master's dragon liked weyrlings. Or interacting with them. Even if it was with ulterior motives of wooing the ladies at a young age and being all glamorous in their eyes. Some males were just that way. Given the opportunity, Kindrith might have done the exact same thing.
Emoyan sat back again as she took the mug, picking up the other one to fill it. She was going to stay a moment - good. "I admit I wasn't actually trying to confuse you. What did I say that was that convoluted?" He asked. Surely he hadn't started tripping over his tongue all of a sudden? That would be ... embarrassing.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 14, 2010 16:17:20 GMT -5
Darya shrugged. ‘I like red.’ She said. ‘Not that I think this news will surprise you. By now I think you’ve worked out I have something of a flair for dramatic appearances and a really strange sense of humour. Plus I think highly of students not coming into my office, a little deadly red ink should get rid of most of them, if I can find some I may well steal Skink off you.’ She was only partially joking, the idea of another line of defence between her and any extra unwelcome work would be nice. It was bad enough she’d ended up with the job without getting any extra bits of it, they could all go whining to Sel’n for all she cared.
Oh dear, the green didn’t look so happy now. Imp found this a bit more worrying than her previous smug expression. Nevertheless she seemed to have followed him up here, ah maybe her human had a habit of drinking rotten things and getting lost too. That would explain her interest in the cup, yes? Not bad stuff. Can drink not get lost. He commented, pleased by this fact. It didn’t even smell as bad as some of the hot things Darya drank.
Want stay, stay. Not stop. Imp looked blank, Skink could do what she wanted, although why she’d want to stay here was a mystery. It looked sort of boring. No things to hide under, no lost food to hunt for, and no half open desk drawers to nest in. Why stay? Why not go, need Skink’s watch? Did hers need watching too, was that why she stayed here? She looked smug again, why was that?
Darya pulled a face at Imp and Skink, sniffing at her mug, but still gave Imp an affectionate stroke with one finger. He was a little bugger, and currently being annoyingly protective, but she really didn’t know what she’d do without him now. ‘I’m sure they mean nothing but the best for me.’ She agreed, referring mostly to Imp and Azrath, prime naggers and first in line to say ’I told you so’ when her head was pounding. ‘I don’t think I’m in danger of falling into a bottle and never climbing out though, Although I admit trying to drink myself happy was a bad idea. If you hadn’t hauled me off that bench I’d’ve had an even worse headache.’ Darya gave Emoyan a rare smile, one that didn’t look bitter or sinister at all.
Darya’s smile expanded into an amused chuckle. ‘I suppose it would make it more difficult to teach the class if he was trying to eat them.’ She admitted, considering some previous weyrling master’s dragons had either hated teaching or resented the classes taking their riders attention off them Darya could be considered fortunate. She just didn’t think of it that way very often.
‘Well, I do seem to be having trouble grasping what you’re getting at, so you must be being convoluted.’ Darya leaned back in her chair and gave Emoyan an inscrutable look. ‘I could have sworn you contradicted my earlier statement that I’m a disgrace, which I am, you think I’m bad drunk wait until you see my normal behaviour.’ She raised one eyebrow in a moderately ridiculous manner. ‘More confusing than that however, was the mild insinuation that you might enjoy my company. Of course I’m confused. Carry on like that and I’ll start thinking you actually like me.’ Darya paused to consider her statement so far and decided it hadn’t been going well, as normal. ‘At this point I would move on to better topics but, ah, I was expecting to run in, mumble, and run off again, so I haven’t thought of anything.’
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Post by dragon on Jan 16, 2010 17:55:26 GMT -5
"You know ..." Emoyan started, thoughtfully. " ... you're not supposed to scare your students through weyrlinghood..." he laughed lightly afterward. She wouldn't have taken the job if she hadn't liked it, or enjoyed doing it. So he was pretty sure she wasn't really trying to give the kids all heart attacks at a premature age. But .... one never knew. "Red, huh? Why not green, then? They clash nicely, among other things ..." She was certainly odd, if nothing else. Certainly ... different.
Not get lost, not get lost! Skink chorused, before peeping and bouncing her front end up and down by moving her elbows only. Throwing her tail up over her back, she flared her frill for a moment before laying it down again. Plainly, she was excited. Sobering at the question that Imp posed, however, she gave it some thought. Did hers need watched? No ... hers didn't need watched. Skink looked at the bronze, then looked back over her shoulder and past her tail at where Rascal was snoozing. Not get 'way from. Only gem, chase, make fun not. Drag - scream - sit. Not. She answered, simply. Why was she here? Because Rascal wouldn't let her leave, that's why!
Emoyan couldn't help but smile when she did. It looked good on her - far better than her usual pessimistic scowl, that was for sure. "What makes you think I don't like you?" He asked, in counter to her warning. He set his own mug on the edge of his desk, and pushed it farther on with a finger. "Actually, I find you quite an interesting person to pay witness to. You're outside the mold, Darya, and don't seem to ever react to things like most everyone else alive does. Disregarding, even, the split in personalities between north and south. I certainly can't predict how you are going to react to any given thing - sober or not."
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 18, 2010 16:26:09 GMT -5
‘I’m not?’ Darya recoiled as if in surprise. ‘I thought I was supposed to make men and er, manly women and dragons out of them.’ She blinked innocently and then let the unnatural expression fall away with an undignified snort. ‘They probably all need a good shock at this stage, especially if they’re bold or silly enough to venture into my office, and who knows what they might find there? Nothing good if I have a say in it.’ Darya looked inordinately pleased with this statement. ‘Green?’ Darya’s face crinkled up. ‘How am I supposed to scare them with green ink?’
Imp’s frill flicked up and out for a moment in a clearly satisfied manner, he was pleased that Skink agreed with him. Hrrm? Imp repeated the common sound mentally as he listened to Skink. The brown wouldn’t let her go? Oh. Well he looked asleep maybe they could escape him for a while. Tired brownling. Escape! Run fast. Away! Go food. Eggsss get. Eggsss good are. Imp posed proudly in Darya’s lap, every inch the tiny king of the Weyr for a moment. Surely no one else had such vision! Such vast plans! A trained kitchen human to give them eggs! Skink’s could watch Darya for a while, since he didn’t need watching, and they could easily give that snoozing brown the run around.
Darya placed her own mug on the desk and placed her elbows either side of it so she could lean forward with most of her weight on the desk, and just trusting the her lap full of mandyrs would get out of the way. ‘Well,’ Darya started ticking points off on her fingers. ‘I have an uncertain temper, I’m fairly socially inept, I frequently try to jump people in the grip of mandyr runlust. Is that enough or should I mention my poor taste in clothing, my terrible sense of humour, and, er, anything else I happen to think of.’ Darya wound down for a moment, being momentarily unable to think of more reasons that she should be avoided.
‘Oh I see.’ Darya pounced on the next remark like a cat on a feather. ‘I see. I’m an interesting diversion, it’ another variation on the old, ‘let’s see which way Darya jumps’ game. I’m so glad I worked that out, I was thinking about carting you of to see a mindhealer.’ Darya smiled, looking as smug Skink, and believed herself to be the winner in this contest of wits.
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Post by dragon on Jan 24, 2010 18:58:16 GMT -5
Emoyan laughed, and shook his head. If nothing else, Darya was entirely amusing. Even if what she said was not witty come back, but actually how she saw things ... either way it was funny. "You're supposed to make Riders out of them." He supplied, helpfully. His eyebrows crept up his forehead though as Darya seemed to completely miss what he had been jokingly implying with the color scheme. "Well ... most people associate red with blood, which I think was your intent, right? Well, why not green, too? I think they'd be more alarmed if you appeared to behead dragons as well as naughty students." Not to mention red and green together really clashed horribly, warring for supremacy on the eye. If she was looking for garish, there was a prime way to do it.
Skink jumped up at the notion of running off and getting away from Rascal. Who knew what kind of neat places Imp could show her that she hadn't found on her own yet? More places to lay traps and make messes and see what the results were! Oh, fun! Ckink chirped once, then dived off of Darya's lap onto the floor. She landed with a splat, and froze, eying where Rascal was on the mantle. The brown flitter was still sound asleep however, not having even twitched. Looking back and up at Imp, she threw her tail up over her head again, fluttering her frill. Find eggs! Destroy! Scatter! Eat! Fun fun! Come? Skink bounced once, then zoomed toward the door, slowing only enough to keep from scraping the little ridges off her back when she wiggled underneath. Jumping back to her feet again, Skink took off running across the common room toward the nearest window that led outside. Going down the tree was faster than taking the stairs. Only silly humanpets took the stairs.
"Maybe so." Emoyan nodded, once. "But everyone has flaws. See? Now, on the other end of the scale, you have other things that make it all not so bad." He gestured a bit, before pausing a moment, grinning slightly. "You've got wit, motivation, imagination, you're an excellent rider, independent thinker, not to mention being completely dutiful." Emoyan ticked them off on his own fingers, in mimicry of what Darya had done, before dropping his hands and just smiling at her. Frustrate her it might, but ... eh. It was fun to see how she reacted, and to just simply have her to talk to. Apparently, other than being slightly less random, she wasn't so terribly different from the last time they'd met. That seemed to indicate she handled her alcohol pretty well, for a woman.
Emoyan laughed at her final conclusion, and held up a finger to stall her from going terribly much further with that. "Not quite. While, yes, I do admit to having some interest in seeing how you handle things, that is not at all the extent of it." Picking up the juice pitcher and refilled his mug, before offering it to her in turn. "Maybe I just enjoy the company while I'm at it. But skipping the trip to the mindhealer would be good ... would be rather awkward to go see her after all the candidates I've sent her way already. Would imply some rather strange things, that."
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 27, 2010 14:41:37 GMT -5
Darya laughed lightly at Emoyan’s answer. ‘Even the dragons?’ she asked facetiously, having a rather strange image of dragons balancing on one another mid air thanks to that comment. A slight nod, yes, red was equal to blood, even though red ink wasn’t really the right shade for human blood… Ah! Enlightenment dawned behind Darya’s eyes as Emoyan explained a little further but she waved the notion away with a smile and a flip of one hand. ‘They’d believe I’d dismember a student but they probably wouldn’t believe for a moment that I’d killed someone’s dragon in there.’ Darya wrinkled her nose slightly as she considered this. ‘Or maybe they would, I never can tell with these kids.’ She added thoughtfully, plus there was the fact that green ink looked like ichor as much as red ink looked like blood, maybe a bit less, and besides, red and green splatters all over her office would only make her eyes hurt.
Imp hopped down to the floor with a little more grace than Skink, he bounced rather than splatted and pranced happily, he had a partner in crime now! He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do with her mind you; she’d be quite useless for wooing new lady friends. Of course. Imp replied with utter superiority, raced for the door and had to stop and wriggle under it because he was quite a bit bigger than Skink. Out in the common room Imp cast a look back at the door, then flipped his frill in his nearest equivalent to a shrug, either Skink’s would watch Darya or he wouldn’t, Imp had things to do.
Darya raised her eyebrows cynically at Emoyan, where was he getting all this from exactly? ‘You’re making fun of me.’ She accused with a half smile as he imitated her hand gestures.
Darya gave Emoyan a glare, annoyed at finding that her conclusion was not as infallible as she’d first thought, and that she being laughed at. ‘You need to get out more if you enjoying my company, and I thought you weren’t in favour of freaking out your students so badly they needed mindhealers.’ Darya commented idly, shaking her head at the offered juice. ‘Or is there something you’re not telling me?’ she inquired giving the candidate master a fairly intense look.
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Post by dragon on Jan 28, 2010 0:49:16 GMT -5
Emoyan laughed. "Even the dragons." He agreed, just to be sideways. "Maybe you can start up your own gather show and everything once you get them all well and good trained up." He grinned at her, clearly teasing her. "I might even come see it once or twice!" But then he let it drop, after a good chuckle on the mental image it brought up. Dragons riding dragons? Nahhh. It'd have to be something like a green sorta sprawled on something big, like a bronze. And even then ... no. Just no.
Skink scrambled up onto the window sill and looked out. There was a nice draft coming up off the ground outside, where a lucky patch of sun was heating the ground. Most creatures wouldn't even notice, but to something only leaf sized, it was noticeable to have that washing past her face. Oooooooh! She delighted, before pronptly leaping out of the window. Forget scurrying down the tree, she was gonna float down! Just as soon as she leapt, she opened her frill all the way, tail spinning madly in the air to reorient her body. Her frill caught on the updraft quite nicely, and then she opened her tiny wings as well. All four legs tucked up to her body, she kinda just diddled a bit, staring back up at the window she'd just leapt out of, drifting down toward the ground like the leaf she resembled.
Might take her awhile to get there, but it was fun to be off the ground. Mandyrs didn't get to do that very often, after all!
"Not really, no." Emoyan admitted. "I don't tend to make fun of people." He shrugged, simply, not sure what else to say. Darya was clearly set in her mindset, and not much was going to shake her from it. But ... truth was truth. Granted, everyone had their own truth. "Maybe I do need to get out more." he agreed. "But going out alone is rather boring, and I rather lost my going-out partner. So here I stay. At least, until I find a new one." Emoyan remarked, sipping his juice again. "I'm not, honestly. However, I do sometimes get damaged goods in here that need a bit of shoring up before I can send them onto the sands with good conscience. So a few find their way to the healer, or the mind healer. Whichever they happen to need. I don't do it to them... Faranth help us all if I did. Then we'd have nothing but trouble." When she refused a refill, he simply set the jug down without any further ado. Clearly, she didn't drink due to thirst. But then, he already knew that.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 28, 2010 17:36:32 GMT -5
‘Okay, I’ll get them on it next lesson.’ Darya smirked. ‘There is a minor problem that I’ve got a lot more blues and greens than anything else so a few of them might end up slightly squashed.’ She added as if she was seriously considering the matter, the image was still ridiculous at a second thought especially when she put in the weyrling dragons. ‘Apart from that it’ll be some raree show.’ Darya cheerfully shook her head as if to clear the image of dragons standing on one another from her mind.
Imp paused in his skittering down the tree and watched Skink, she wanted to fly? But she was flying with her frill, no wonder she wasn’t going very fast! Well no problem, he could show her how it was done. Imp bounced joyfully into the air, with his wings flapping madly as if scrabbling for purchase on the air, with a skill that was the legacy of chasing firelizards he drifted into the rising air, it wasn’t strong enough to actually lift the bronze any higherbut it was enough to keep him sable while he twisted and spiralled above Skink. I fly, wings best not frilly. Flapflapflap. he encouraged, as if he was suddenly a world expert on flying.
Not making fun of her? The identical hand gestures were just a coincidence then were they? It was kind of disappointing really, Darya thought, now she’d feel guilt ridden about making fun of Emoyan with impunity.
‘You do.’ Darya stated with a victorious grin. ‘I’d offer to come around and drag you off on strange and wonderful excursions every few days, but before that happens someone needs to prod me outside. I tend to be an office hermit now I have an office.’ She shrugged sheepishly but continued anyway. ‘You could always pull a few more people off their benches and see if you can find someone interesting to make your new ‘going out partner’. I enjoyed your company so I think it’s likely other people would.’ For a few moments Darya did entertain the idea of dragging Emoyan off somewhere, however she was fairly sure that wasn’t exactly what he’d been referring to by a going out partner. Time to pay attention again.
‘Hey,’ Darya’s hand snaked across the desk to rest her fingertip on Emoyan’s arm in what was supposed to a comforting gesture. ‘I’m messing with you. I’m unpleasant, sarcastic, facetious, and cruel. Even to my friends. Especially to my friends in fact. I do know you only send them off, you didn’t cause their problems.’ For the first time in a while Darya looked wholly serious, but soon enough a wry smile broke through. ‘Now me, if I don’t traumatize those kids in a lesson or two I’m not being cruel enough.’
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