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Post by Sheari on Dec 23, 2011 22:46:38 GMT -5
Perhaps sitting at a table in the kitchen near the heart dozing was not the best place to be for a bronzerider, but nonetheless, R’men was there. His arms were folded upon the tabletop and his head rested upon them, the fire warming his back. He wasn’t truly asleep, for he was still aware of the goings on around him and he doubted the drudges and staff cared. He was not in their way, taking up space perhaps, but was not impeding their duties. And thus, R’men napped.
He faintly heard the din of the kitchen bustling as it prepared whatever meal it was cooking. Delicious aromas wafted through the air and occasionally one that was not so pleasant that made him hide his nose in the crook of his elbow. That particular stew he would not eat, he decided, no matter what they put in it. He guessed it was the same stew they’d made once that had tiny bones in it from whatever bird they’d cooked. The broth had been thin and while R’men didn’t mind a crunchy texture in his food, he was picky about what it was and left the bones to Weith.
Presently, the large copper-bronze was sleeping in his weyr, his over-sized couch clawed and scratched from his rage and sour moods he’d been having recently. R’men refused to share the weyr with such an angry beast the typically chaos-loving Asshat had even found distaste with Weith. At the moment, the Salamandyr was curled behind R’men’s head in the crook of his other elbow, the one that did not harbor the man’s nose. The bronzerider knew that it was only a matter of time before the little terror woke up and decided that there was a ladle that needed to be stolen. The last time that had happened, the utensil had been found in R’men’s furs and it had been quite the awkward conversation when he’d returned it.
With a sigh, the man let his mind drift and his thoughts grow quiet. Perhaps a nap would be nice after all. It was then that Asshat stirred and scrambled to the “top” of R’men head that was the left side of his face at the moment. The brown horror stuck his nose into the man’s ear scolding WAKE ASSHAT SHE COMES!! Absently R’men swatted at his invaded ear muttering “Asshat!” with irritation. Sitting up he watched as the ‘madyr frilled the ring of spikes that lacked webbing before scurrying across the tabletop, a spoon appearing in his mouth before he disappeared. R’men would have to check his furs again, but instead cast about to try and find who ever “she” might be.
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Post by Avu on Dec 24, 2011 0:59:41 GMT -5
“I don’t understand,” Sena said for the third time, chewing on her lower lip, “I don’t—why can’t people bring their own dishes in?” She barely refrained from tacking on a half-indignant, half-astonished I’m injured to wiggle out of this new task. Chopping onions with the knowledge of an impending Hatching so close she could almost taste it made her want to hit her head against the countertop until she passed out, hopefully she’d wake up in time for the Hatching and not have to finish her stupid Candidate chores. Apparently her less-than-enthusiastic onion chopping meant that she got to go collect dirty dishes.
Presumably, she’d also have to wash them.
Which meant she had to be as slow as possible to avoid having to wash them. Seriously. One hour and she’d be out of chores and she’d been so hopeful that chopping onions would last her that long but no, now they got creative.
Well fine then—she could be creative too. It’d be rude and reflect poorly upon the kitchen if she wasn’t ever so polite to the diners, yes? Clearly she wasn’t going to manage polite with a mood like this…that in mind, she sulked out of the kitchens, trying to be sneaky. Unfortunately, she’d graduated from crutches to an ankle wrap a few days ago, and walking again was a weird endeavor. If Sena had been graceful before, she’d forgotten it…not that she’d ever really cared but looking like a duck had never been high on her priorities list either. She made her way down an aisle at random, throwing a quick glance behind her to make sure the Drudge had gone back to fixing her onions, and then looped back around with one dish in hand to the kitchens again.
Hiding in plain sight and all that…she’d never really tried it but she heard it worked wonders.
She was honestly looking for a Candidate—someone that she’d actually have something in common with, someone who’d maybe understand about ducking chores—but instead she ended up distracted by one guy who was looking around in her direction like he’d lost something. And he was alone, which theoretically could’ve been creepy but honestly just looked sort of lonely. It also looked like a very good reason to stop collecting dishes. Not that she’d ever begun.
Sena sat down next to R’men without so much as a by-your-leave, closest to the wall so that she could keep an eye out just in case, and flashed him a smile intended to be disarming. “Hi,” she offered pleasantly, as if it were perfectly normal to join strangers by the fire. Admittedly the Weyr was better about cliques than Glasscraft Hall had been but there were still informal groups and what have you. Not that it applied to a single man. “I’m Sena, d’you mind if I crash here for a bit? I don’t know your name,” she added, glancing at his bronzerider knots in faint guilt, “Which I figure I oughta since I’m usin’ you as a decoy so…hi. It’s real nice to meet you.”
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Post by Sheari on Dec 24, 2011 14:49:33 GMT -5
The person to catch his eye was a woman who looked like a candidate hobbling around awkwardly. “R’men,” he offered, “and I presume you might be ‘she’?” Because it was perfectly okay to act like she had heard Asshat, too. Absently he wondered where the ‘mandyr had actually run off to but he didn’t dare wake Weith or try to get a straight answer out of the absent brown. “No, I don’t mind if you crash here,” because who was he to say no? It wasn’t like he was saving the spot for anyone and quite frankly he was in the kitchen mostly because it was warm and often smelled better than the rest of the weyr.
One of the cooks carried a pot of stew past them and he couldn’t help but crinkle his nose. It was the one that he didn’t like, but at least now it wasn’t going to interfere with all the other aromas; particularly the baking bread one. Asshat snuck up, peeking out from behind a basket full of rolls. He narrow his eyes, flicked his tongue out, and frilled dramatically. R’men noticed that his spoon was missing. “Excuse me,” and the man thrust his hand after the Salamandyr. The lizard snatched a roll and escaped cheering a Deniiiied!!
R’men muttered something low and unintelligible, before he smiled back at Sena. Well, he’d leave Asshat for now; not like he could do much about anything the creature did anyway. The last time R’men had tried to foil the Salamadyr’s plans he’d been bitten. The dragonrider mused he would leave the lizard be, content to just know that his antics meant he hadn’t come down with whatever other disease the others had.
“So, kitchen duty, eh?” While he had not been particularly fond of the chore as a candidate, he would prefer it to one his sister had been assigned once. “Just a typical chore of did you do something?” he asked, chuckling a bit.
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Post by Avu on Dec 25, 2011 20:49:07 GMT -5
What? She was…Sena tilted her head to one side at the bronzerider’s question, and she answered bluntly, “I don’t know what ‘she’ you mean…but I’m definitely a ‘she.’” Which she thought was obvious. Sena didn’t look or dress like a boy, thanks, but although she was vaguely aware she ought to be offended, Sena was mostly just bewildered. Not that she had been expecting the warmest greeting ever but this was definitely an interesting first, “I presume you didn’t mean that though so…”
Sena’s sentence faded into a curious questioning lift, one eyebrow rising, as he excused himself and then abruptly thrust his hand out after—oh. One of those little Salamandyrs. She was still quite fond of them as a species, even after Rhino’s death; she’d liked the brown but she liked King a lot too. They were interesting. This one was…fleeing, apparently. Sena blinked, bewildered, and then turned back to R’men as he apparently gave up, which was probably a good idea; that Salamandyr didn’t look like it wanted to be caught. Was it even his, or just some aggravating Salamandyr?
His attention returning to her earned R’men a bright smile anyway though. When in doubt, smile and act sweet, she figured; the bronzer didn’t strike her as threatening so much as just a tad awkward, but then, she had just thoroughly invaded so she’d give him the benefit of the doubt. “Wish I had done somethin’,” she offered, “Least it’d be maybe worth it, but I think they’re actually just tryin’ to kill me before the whers get a chance to Hatch, it’s like a conspiracy.”
Her grin went faintly coaxing, and she added, “What, you got lots of fun memories of kitchen duty? What’d you do, I thought all dragonriders were perfect Candidates, ain’t that what the Candidatemasters say?”
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Post by Sheari on Dec 30, 2011 20:36:13 GMT -5
“I do apologize, Asshat is usually…” and here he paused, unsure of how to describe his brown. “Vague,” he finished. The Salamandyr usually didn’t do much in the way of actually speak to R’men as he did sass him and scold him. If this was how a brown behaved he was glad he hadn’t Impressed anything higher, though he didn’t think he would have minded a white. Anusha had one, rare as they are, and Akos was quiet and nice.
Asshat was…not.
“Honestly, I don’t have too much in the way of kitchen chore memories at all. Once you Impress, I presume most of that fades…makes room for the things you have to know.” Honestly, he couldn’t remember much of anything involving candidate chores and his Candidatemaster had left the weyr. The bronzerider didn’t know when he’d last seen Emoyan. Perhaps it was for the best. “As for Dragonriders having been perfect candidates, I can say that is a lie,” he smiled.
Sometimes the worst candidates turned into the best Dragonriders, though no one immediately came to mind. “However no matter what Impresses a candidate, dragon or wher, suddenly having a completely independent entity sharing your mind changes everything.” Certainly they taught this to the hopefuls! Most could understand that the bond between human and beast was great for so many things made that clear. R’men would never forget the collage of feelings that had filled him when he had stabbed the wrong dragon so many years ago; the hatred he had so rightfully deserved from his then-classmate the former K’lir.
Suddenly, R’men hoped that Sena would not suffer such a tragedy. He wished such a severance on no one, but he suddenly wanted her to Impress to an amazing dragon that defied odds, or a particularly special wher…if she Impressed at all.
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Post by Avu on Dec 31, 2011 21:58:50 GMT -5
What?
Sena couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been so bewildered. Who was—? Asshat? Was that what people named their pets around here? She screwed up her mouth, trying not to be indignant on behalf of the unknown pet (Salamandyr, she suspected, firelizards weren’t usually described as vague because all of them sort of were on default, weren’t they, talking in pictures and what have you), and sort of failing a little. Just…so disrespectful. Sure, ‘Azazel’ wasn’t exactly a typical name and ‘Azzy’ wasn’t anywhere remotely near dignified but Asshat? She squirmed, eventually settling on a pleasantly neutral, if extraordinarily awkward, “Well, I don’t know an Asshat either so…sure? I’ll take your word for it.”
And…well good. The lack of memories of chores, that was. Maybe then she wouldn’t have nightmares about mountains and mountains of potatoes in the future. If she Impressed. Otherwise…well then Sena supposed she still would forget potatoes in favor of glasscrafting, if the Hall would take her back. R’men’s comment on Impression wasn’t anything new, but it still made Sena’s gaze slide away from him, mouth twisting in bittersweet amusement. “I’ve heard that, yeah.” From just about every dragonrider ever, and then some. She was pretty sure it was intended to be motivational but it was just…sort of painful. Azzy was nothing like even a firelizard or Salamandyr, let alone a dragon. “’s nice, I bet.”
Or a wher. Sena supposed she might as well start automatically thinking of whers as actual possibilities; from what she heard they weren’t so picky as dragons, but…they still didn’t hold quite the same appeal. It probably would’ve been different if she’d grown up with two whers instead of Vhirkaath and Ioth. Sena sat upright in the chair, flicking a brief glance towards the pulsing mob to make sure she hadn’t been missed yet, and then flashed R’men a bright smile, “You know how some memories are bad enough that your mind like, psychologically represses ’em? Betcha that’s why you can’t remember much about the kitchens.”
She really didn’t know what to say after that—she was already more social at Selenitas than she’d pretty much been in her entire life before, but that didn’t make meeting new people very easy. Particularly bronzeriders. Particularly bronzeriders that completely bewildered her. Even if she’d managed to hit it off spectacularly with some people, they were usually more her rank, at least. Sena propped her chin up on her forearm, elbow looping over the back of her chair, “I feel like I should pre-plan the awkward blips in conversation when I get bright ideas like crashin’ your space. General ‘you’ there. Or else I think I just talk to fill up space or somethin’…” A quirky grin, “So how ‘bout them pies bakin’ over there…”
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Post by Sheari on Jan 1, 2012 19:16:20 GMT -5
R'men sighed. He seemed to have a knack for making conversation awkward and this time seemed no different. "Asshat is my brown Salamandyr. It was the first thing he called me when he hatched so its what I named him," he explained. True, there could have been a plethora of other names he could have christened the creature but for some reason Asshat was what seemed to stick. R'men smiled, trying to be charming and friendly and feeling like it wasn't working.
"Planning ahead is generally a good course of action," R'men replied. Not like it was exactly his forte. "I don't have a problem with random talk though, or pies," he smiled. Whenever whatever meal the staff was making was served, he would definitely get a slice. He wasn't quite sure which flavour he would get at the moment, but he would get a piece. Or he could try and spirit away a slice of the already cut pies. He turned to Sena, ready to propose an idea but thought better of it. She was a candidate, and she hadn't been walking very well earlier.
Spiriting pie was, at the moment (or ever), not a really good idea.
"Have you a particular flavour that you like?" he asked instead. Maybe someday when Sena wasn't a hobbling candidate or he had a dragonrider friend he could attempt something exciting and thrilling that would probably not involve pie. Until then he would just have to settle for small talk and failure at flirting with strangers. Or from Sena's look, confusing the hell out of strangers. He was glad that Weith wasn't awake and Asshat was AWOL so that no one could comment on him being socially inept.
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Post by Avu on Jan 4, 2012 17:29:59 GMT -5
She could do polite, really. And she sort of had to, since R’men was a bronzerider, with all the sticky mess that carried with it, so there was that, too. Sena shrugged at him, and yeah, she was still a little put off by the name of his—confirmed now—Salamandyr, because that wasn’t a good reason for a name at all. Azzy wouldn’t even have a name, or it’d be Chirp or something. Or Click. So, no, that didn’t really make her much more inclined to be okay with a Salamandyr being named Asshat. Still, she’d just met the guy, and she hadn’t met the Salamandyr at all, so…“I guess that’s okay? I mean, congratulations for Impressin’ him, I guess.”
Right. Because when you were happy about Impression, that was when you came up with the name ‘Asshat.’ Regardless, pie was a better topic, even with his little comment before—she thought vaguely that it could be a little condescending, that, but he didn’t seem to mean it that way, so it didn’t particularly matter. Sena shrugged one shoulder, glancing over at the pies again. This was what she hated most about working in the kitchens: Temptation. “’m not picky,” she answered, “I mean, pie’s pie but if I had to choose…apple. ’s classic, ain’t it? Oh crap—”
As the Drudge who’d shooed her out to collect plates veered dangerously out of the mob, Sena, in a complete lack of anything remotely resembling grace or inconspicuousness, slid out of the chair, ducking behind R’men as she spilled onto the floor, knee throbbing faintly where she managed to hit her own chair in her rush. “Hide me,” she whispered, “There is no way I wanna go back out and gather dishes, can’t people bring their own stuff back? I mean, ain’t like I can hover around and wait for everyone to be done.”
She peered around R’men’s knee cautiously, scanning the crowd. “…she gone?”
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Post by Sheari on Jan 8, 2012 21:24:32 GMT -5
"To be honest, it wasn't my idea. Weith wanted me to Impress him so," he admitted, letting his words trail off. Thinking on it, the whole situation probably wasn't a good idea, but nonetheless it had happened and there was next to nothing anyone could do about it. R'men was about to comment on her choice of pie when she suddenly dive-bombed to the floor and hid behind him. At her explanation, the bronzerider imagined her hovering over someone's should watching them eat and then snatching the plate away once it was empty.
He repressed the urge to snicker and remained quiet.
To make all appear normal (because a dragonrider sitting in the middle of the kitchens doing nothing would definitely be suspicious) he grabbed a knife and examined it before parring an apple. "I'm not sure," he whispered down to her keeping his attention on the fruit. He took the left half and began to cut it into fourths, carefully removing the bits of core.
Looking up, he tried to pick out the drudge that she was hiding from. "I think she's still by the door, but if she comes over I'll cover for you." It would probably entail a lie and a bit of persuasion to convince the drudge that Sena was not shirking her duties. The ex-candidate-turned-dragonrider within him sympathized with the woman though. After all, from the looks of the wrap on her foot she was healing from an injury that probably entailed a bad sprain.
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Post by Avu on Jan 14, 2012 21:49:20 GMT -5
R’men was playing along well, at least, even if Sena was pretty sure he wasn’t big enough to hide her adequately—but maybe if someone wasn’t looking they’d miss the ungainly sprawl of limbs on the ground at his feet anyway. Sena tried to rearrange herself into some semblance of concealable, and then snuck a slice of the apple R’men was slicing up since it was conveniently right in front of her face, flashing him a playful grin as she bit a neat crescent into one end. “Iunno how you plan on doin’ that…however you wanna swing it I’m supposed to be out there and I’m not. Oh, I think she’s gone, that’s good.”
She twisted around, arranging herself into a cross-legged position to peer further around R’men, and then refocused on the bronzerider with a tilt of her head, “So apples, huh,” her mouth twisting into a teasing grin, “’s that your ‘I’m not conspicuous at all’ act? I like it, most people just sorta whistle and look around like they’re lost, right? Apples are classy.” To demonstrate just how ‘classy’ they were, Sena crammed the rest of it into her mouth, and then settled her hands into her lap nicely to stay the temptation of stealing another slice. There’d only been four to start with, after all, and while she didn’t think stealing a fourth was too bad an entire half was probably pushing it.
“So…” dithering a little on what was appropriate to come next; she’d crashed his personal space, babbled at him a little, and used him as a shield, and Sena was pretty sure the guidelines about how she was supposed to go after that sort of did not exist anymore, “What d’you do when you aren’t rescuin’ damsels in distress from Drudges and hangin’ out with your dragon? Are apples, like, a thing?”
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Post by Sheari on Jan 16, 2012 20:29:45 GMT -5
R'men smiled and laughed, offering her the other piece of his apple. "Sadly, Burimyu...or New Selenitas, whatever you want to call it, is a bit lacking in damsels in distress so there goes my favourite pastime," he sighed in mock disappointment. "Also, apples aren't a thing, just quick thinking," he said. The conversation about pie, and apple pie specifically, had made him think of food as a good cover. Besides, what else could he have done in a kitchen to look normal? Quite a few amusing things came to mind and some of them would have drawn attention. R'men kept his thoughts to himself.
The bronzerider toyed witht he knife in his hand. Back in his candidate days he'd stolen one from the kitchens and hidden it in the weyrling barracks. He'd been so proud of it and still had it. He'd have to make sure it was still put away and that Asshat hadn't decided to steal it. "So," he began, looking at Sena, "you going to sit down their all day or join me up here? Or, if you don't want to be here and can leave, we can." He found that he rather liked Sena and it would be nice to have another friend.
If they did leave, R'men wasn't sure of where they would go. Walking around just talking and getting to know each other? Hopefully they wouldn't get lost in the labrynthine weyr if they did that. Maybe to his weyr to just hang out? He'd leave it up to her, he mused, whatever she wanted. He didn't have any pressing responsibilities and Weith didn't need to eat for another couple days. Firstly, however, Sena had to get off the floor.
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Post by Avu on Jan 18, 2012 12:45:56 GMT -5
“Well darn,” she sighed, contentedly accepting the piece of apple with an overdramatic eye roll, “Those distressed damsels sure are elusive, aren’t they,” punctuating the mock-mournful statement with a bite of the apple. She’d just gotten herself nicely situated on the floor—not that it was Sena’s favorite place to be, being cool to the touch even with the fire’s warmth so nearby and decidedly flat and hard, but it wasn’t like it was so uncomfortable that she couldn’t take it and it was obviously the safest place to be if she didn’t want to keep taking flying leaps to the ground whenever certain Drudges lurked around—when R’men suggested they leave, and—well, okay.
Sena flashed him a teasing smile, popping the rest of the apple slice into her mouth and tilting her head, “I’m not so fond of the kitchens that I wanna stay…you gonna be my shield navigatin’ the Drudges and stuff? Where’re we gonna go, anyway—far away as possible? ’Cause I’d be down with that.” She rolled herself to her feet, shifting her weight automatically to spare her ankle the stress, and offered R’men her hands to pull him out of the chair, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the main kitchen area just in case. (Nobody seemed to care that she had essentially popped up off of the ground or out of nowhere—which was just fine by her.)
Although she supposed even if she got caught skipping the rest of chores, it wasn’t like she’d ditched all on her own—and R’men was a bronzerider. He got extra points for that, right? Sena wasn’t quite sure still how the hierarchy at Selenitas worked—something about a Council, which was just utterly weird to her, but well, each to his own she supposed—but bronzeriders could still get away with stuff, hopefully. Or else they’d just have to be really sneaky.
Which, hey.
Could be fun.
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Post by Sheari on Jan 18, 2012 23:57:57 GMT -5
R'men thought for a moment. "This might sound like I'm a creeper but they'd never look for you in my weyr. We could talk there," he offered with a smile. He wasn't sure of where Asshat was but he knew he was safe and Weith would be pleased to met Sena. The bronze dragon had always had a fondnedd for R'men befrending women. He was never certain of exactly why, but it had been more important to him as of late. The bronzer had a suspicion it had to do with him winning a Flight recently. The thought of sleeping with S'vil...no. R'men held nothing against him except that he was a man and hadn't quite enjoyed waking up next to him naked.
The dragonrider pushed the thought formhis mind and set the knife down. He grabbed Sena's hand and stood up, though he took it more to make things less awkward. "I don't think I need to tell you this, but the quickest way out is to act like you're gong back out to work. I'll block you from view when you get near the door to the corridor and then follow you out." There was really no other way in his mind that they could sneak out and have things look natural.
All he could do now was wait for Sena's input or actions. Of course she wouldn't know where his weyr is, but he could show her once they got into the corridor where it was safe. Now that he'd met her, and that she'd kind of thrust herself upon him (not that he actually minded), he wanted to get to know her. You need a woman in your life, R'men. I want to met her too now that you have one,[/i] Weith commented idly. R'men hid the shocked look on his face.
Great, now his dragon was conspiring against him...again.
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Post by Avu on Jan 22, 2012 19:24:24 GMT -5
The best of all possible propositions, Sena thought, rarely began with ‘this might sound like I’m a creeper,’ and honestly once R’men got it out she couldn’t resist teasing him, “There’re lots of other places they wouldn’t look for me either…and anyway, if you were secretly a serial killer that wouldn’t be real reassuring would it? Anyway I’m gonna bet you ain’t,” as he took her hand and she rocked back on her heels to pull him up, either oblivious or deliberately ignoring the fact that it was probably utterly unnecessary, “So sure, guess that’ll do fine.” A faintly cheeky grin, and she swiveled to examine her escape route, “Okay sure…and three, two, one, action.”
She dropped her gaze, hands finding her pockets in a parody of disgruntlement, and slouched casually out of the kitchen, mouth twisted in a moue of discontent, faintly emphasizing the limp as she threw a pointedly hangdog look at the Drudge, who clicked her tongue unsympathetically. It was tempting to stick out her tongue, but more attention would just mess everything up, so Sena settled for a melodramatic sigh and eye-roll, and did her best to limp-flounce out of the kitchens, picking her way down one long aisle between the tables with a glance here and there to scan for empty dishes. Mostly there were none, but when she spotted one she slid in between the benches to pick it up.
By the time she made it to the end near the door she’d accumulated a small stack, which she promptly set down at the end of the table when she was out of immediate sight of the kitchens, glancing around cautiously for a R’men before she slipped out into the hallway and promptly, in a complete lack of anything resembling the inconspicuous act she’d been pulling earlier, flattened herself against the wall next to the door, earning several bewildered glances until R’men joined her and Sena flashed him a wide grin, beckoning him over to her pathetic little hiding spot with a fluttery hand wave and a gleeful, “So are we good or what? Don’t see any Drudges runnin’ after us right?”
Not that she even really thought she’d be that important anyway. Surely the Drudges had better things to pay attention to than a slightly sulky limping Candidate. Sena glanced backwards once anyway, and then slid her arm through R’men’s in a girlishly affectionate mimicry of the formal Lady and Lord thing they did at the Holds, “So where’re we goin’ now?”
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Post by Sheari on Jan 30, 2012 18:48:47 GMT -5
It took a certain level of restraint to keep from laughing when R'men saw Sena flatten herself against the wall. Looking back into the dining hall nonchalantly, he noticed that one drudge had dropped a spoon but nothing else out of the ordinary. "You're fine," he replied quietly. The bronzer let her take his arm, bending it a little and adopting a more erect posture as they walked. "Well, m'lady, we could go anywehre you fancy," the bronzerider said, adopting a noble tone. "The weyr offers many places of which we may speak or that may delight you." R'men found the entire situation at the moment, quite fun.
Asshat scampered out to R'men and up his pantleg to his shoulder with nothing in his mouth. Where go Asshat? The brown inquired of R'men, not shielding the comment from Sena. The Salamandyr was still in denial of his name, though he used it often enough fr other people. Perhap he thought that if he called someone else it enough, it would eventually become their name? From his perch on the man's shoulder he observed Sena. His eyes examined her with a scrutiny as though her were looking for something that simply DID NOT make her suitable for chaos. Finding nothing, he flicked his tongue out and asked Where go?
"Where ever we please," the bronzer replied to his pet. This, apparently, did not satisfy the brown. "You can stay with us and find out yourself, or you can go see if Weith has anything for you," he said. Thebrown considered his words for a moment, made his desision, and shiftedhis perch to Sena's shoulder. A different vantage point might help him determine their path, and perhaps he'd be able to see things wquickly enough to move things into it? Yes, knocing things into the way was a petty form of discord, but t'was dicord nonetheless.
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