Way to Stay Classy (Sameal)

[Sebz]

Well, Casiloy had done finally done it. After weeks of scrounging for materials throughout the weyr, and borrowing inconspicuious peieces of clothing from riders who were apt at leaving clothes lying around outside of the flight rooms, he had replicate his design to a T. Casiloy held out the dress in front of him, admiring his craftmenship.

The outfit was quite stunning in his own modest opinion. The colors were perhaps a little off, a little drab, but he had managed to duplicate the flair to the dress with perfection, and coupled with the angular top, the outfit was a masterpiece. Unfortunatly, he had gotten some of the measurments a bit wrong, so he himself would be unable to wear it. What he really needed was to find someone who it would fit. Casiloy needed to find a model.

So the search began in the bathing pools and took the candidate to rider and candidate weyrs, and even as far as the edge of the jungle, ended in the main hall prior to lunch. Luck fell on Casiloy, he cound the perfect specemin to model his dress for him, the boy carried himself with a sort of air that Casiloy was sure he could fassion into a top notch runway artists. And he was actually perhaps skinny enough to fit into the outfit, though it could be a tight squeeze. "Hey!" he said, calling across the main hall, waving an arm at the other boy. "Could you help me with something for a minute?" To impatient to wait for the reply, he bounded across the dining hall and plopped down behind the boy, touching him on the shoulder. "Please?"

[Aftershock]

Samael and his two best friends were sitting in the dining hall having lunch, Samael eating a plate of mashed tubers and chicken while Freyr sat on the table beside him, eating a small plate of raw herdbeast meat the kitchen staff had pulled off a bone for him, with Heimdall at Samael's feet chewing the bone they had pulled said meat off of. The dining hall was busy as it usually was during lunchtime, with lots of conversations and the sounds of silverware on plates and scuffling feet and chair legs filling the air, which Samael did his best to filter out. He had been working with Freyr since the hatching on sending him mental images, trying for simple things at first, with Samael prepared before they were sent, slowly teaching Samael what things he knew by touch or sound actually looked like.

Freyr noticed Casiloy's approach first, since he was on top of the table and saw the boy's unerring approach in his bonded's direction, and he pulled himself into an upright posture, chirruping a greeting to the Candidate. Heimdall noticed him next, as he came around the edge of the table and came right up to Samael, and he barked quietly as the boy came up without announcing himself to touch his master.

Samael, for his part, didn't hear Casiloy coming, since he was filtering out background noise, and plenty of people were walking near him. The chirrup from Freyr and the bark from Heimdall meant he wasn't completely caught by surprise, though he certainly jumped a bit at the unexpected touch on the shoulder. Turning slightly in his seat so his ear was pointed towards Casiloy, he asked, "Please what?"

[Sebz]

Casiloy just adored pets, they were just so adorable! At Freyr's greating, he whistled back in greeting, a strange habit he had picked up when dealing with his own salamandyr. The whisteling always seemed to calm the brown when he was in one of his rages, so Casiloy had integrated it into his usuall greatings with any kind of animal since the discovery.

He pushed his intrest with animals away as his original subject of intrest turned towards him, after he flinched away from Casiloy's light touch. Well, perhaps not turned towards him, but he did shift his body towards the blond candidate, so Casiloy proceeded with his plee. "Please could you help me make sure I got these measurments right?" he asked, holding out his outfit with a florish.

"So what do you think?" He asked uncertainly, glancing at the dog near the other boys side. Something clicked in Casiloy's head, and he leaned forward to try and meat the other's eyes uncertainly. His eyes seemed to just stare at nothing in particular.

Ahh, so he was blind. He probably didn't even know who was adressing him. "My name's Casiloy by the way," the blonde said, imediatly rectifying that problem, holding out a hand and imediatly letting it drop awkwardly to his side imedaitly afterwards.

[Aftershock]

Samael readjusted his head as Casiloy tried to look him in the eyes, hearing his voice change position and wanting, as always, to have the sense that DID work pointing at who he was communicating with. Scratching his head in confusion, he said, "I'm sorry, but I cannot see. I have no idea what you're asking me to look at for you."

As Casiloy introduced himself, Samael said, "Oh, hello. I'm Samael. This is Freyr," as he indicated the baby bronze flit, "And this is Heimdall," he concluded, indicating the watching canine below the table, who was as unsure of this new arrival as his master.

[Sebz]

"Samueal," Casiloy said, trying the name out. It seemed to fit the somewhat petite boy. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were blind," the candidate finished akwardly, unsure of what to say. Sometimes people were really touchy about things like that. "I do like your pets, they are quite wonderful," the boy said, shooting a glowing smile to each in turn.

"What I needed your help with was, well, I wanted you to try on some clothes that I made. I'm not sure that I sewed them up correctly you see. What I'm really asking is if you would model them for me."

[Aftershock]

"SamAel," Samael corrected gently. "No 'U'. And it's no problem. Not many people realize I'm blind at first, especially when I'm not moving about," he added, a polite smile on his face.

At the compliment, Freyr chirruped in thanks and sat up yet straighter, flicking his wings out lightly and displaying his bright red chest marking proudly. Seeing his master was unthreatened, Heimdall sat up and raised his ears in interest towards Casiloy, wagging his tail and nosing towards Casiloy in an attempt to elicit a pet or an ear-scratch.

At the rest of Casiloy's words, Samael frowned a bit in confusion, then shrugged and said, "Sure, I suppose. I've never modeled any clothing before. Is it a shirt or a jacket? We could do it right here, if you'd like."