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Post by dragon on Mar 2, 2009 23:40:40 GMT -5
Nris had just been dropped off by the Search dragon, at the barracks. She had popped inside, dropped her bag by the door, and left just as promptly. Never was one for staying indoors. After a bit of strolling around the Weyr, exploring, she heard sounds remeniscent of a Gather, and headed that direction.
She hadn't known that Weyrs hosted thier own Gathers?? But now that she thought about it, it sorta made sense. In a way. There were a lot of people at a Weyr, after all. And surely they would be just as interested in some fun as a hold full of folk.
When she arrived at the scene of mischeif, she was surprised to not see a gather, but rather a caravan. Well! This was just as interesting ... only on a smaller scale. Hooking her thumbs into the tops of her shorts as a resting point, she sauntered into the area, looking around. She had no marks to spend, and that was a pity indeed.
Not that she had any pockets on her, either. She was still dressed in dolphineering garb, from when she had been picked up. Which meant very tight, slick clothing over her long, thin frame. The shorts had no pockets at all in them.
She had taken time to put up her hair for the flight over, though, not having wanted it to become a knotted mess afterward. As such, it was resting atop her head in a silvery bun, wrapped neatly and securely in place. The paleness of her hair and eyebrows made her tanned face look all the more darker than it already was, making for a rather strange sight indeed.
But she didn't notice. She couldn't see herself, anyway, vivid blue eyes darting from one thing to another as she leisurely strolled along.
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Post by ladybug on Mar 3, 2009 21:30:10 GMT -5
Cadil smiled at his reflection in the mirror, using the expression to judge the correct place to dab blush on his cheeks. He had already brushed glitter over his eyelids, and the look was complete with bright red lipstick. Cadil stowed the makeup back in his trunk, then headed outside, skirts swirling around him.
He didn't have any marks, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. And a Gather was the perfect opportunity to vanish into the crowd as a woman. Wearing his dress and makeup gave him a happy, bubbly feeling that was made even better by the excitement of the caravan. Cadil darted from booth to booth, admiring the wares. Maybe he could convince the bubbly pie vendor to give him a free sample later.
As he passed a clothing vendor, he stared at a pretty, multicolored scarf. He was so intent on looking at the scarf that he didn't notice a woman right in front of him, and he bumped right into her. "Sorry!" He apologized, a real blush coloring his cheeks.
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Post by dragon on Mar 3, 2009 23:51:44 GMT -5
Nris stumbled sideways, and looked over at the ... girl? ... that had smacked into her. Normally, when prepared, Nris was hard to knock over. But between not having been prepared, and not being a very heavy built person, she stumbled all to easily.
"Er... no problem." She mentioned. It was a good thing she didn't have any pockets, or she would have been checking herself to make sure nothing had been stolen.
As it was, she looked the person up and down, trying to decide why the girl she was presented with looked so ... strange. She almost suspected she wasn't a she. But that was a rediculous idea. So ... why did she look so weird? The looking over was very shortlived: Nris knew how long was safe to inspect a person, and how long would start making them edgy.
She looked around, and then over at the ... girl? ... again. "You part of the caravan, or do you live here at the Weyr?" Nris asked, taking a shot at conversation. She knew absolutely no one at all, here. Might as well start somewhere. There was no way she was going to go around isolating herself from everyone. "My name is Nris." She offered.
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Post by ladybug on Mar 5, 2009 17:27:11 GMT -5
Cadil relaxed again when he saw that the girl wasn't too upset at being jostled. Even as she looked him over, he was doing the same to her. She was dressed rather strangely, in what seemed to be dolphineer garb. Then again, he couldn't exactly judge someone for dressing a little oddly. Her hair caught his eye too, but in a good way. He thought the silvery color was very becoming.
"My name's Cadil," he said, when she introduced herself. "I'm a wher candidate here...are you visiting? Or are you a candidate, too?" He guessed that if she was in the caravan, she wouldn't have asked if he was.
"Hey...want to go check out the clothing stall with me?" He added. "Window shopping is more fun with someone else."
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Post by dragon on Mar 5, 2009 19:26:14 GMT -5
"Hello, Cadil." Nris greeted. "I just arrived here ... fresh off the Searchdragon. So, yes. I would assume I'm a candidate. If I don't have to go sign in somewhere to be that, I guess." She shrugged.
The clothes stall? In Nris' opinion, Cadil was already a little on the overdone side when it came to clothing. But ... well ... might as well? That, or she wondered if Cadil was hinting that she wasn't wearing enough clothing to be completely decent. Well ... whatever. "Sure." She agreed, before looking around. "I ... don't know where that stall is, though. I just got here." She explained.
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Post by ladybug on Mar 7, 2009 15:24:33 GMT -5
"If the dragons Searched you, you're a candidate," Cadil confirmed with a smile. He had a hard time believing that when he was first Searched himself, and he wondered what the dragons saw in him. He could always go back to dragons if the wher clutch didn't work out. Whers were different, there was no real way to tell if he had the potential to Impress. Especially not with a temperamental wild gold guarding the clutch!
He shook his head, clearing it of his rambling thoughts. "The Candidate Master will have to meet with you later, but he's probably busy with the caravan around," he added, leading the way towards the stall he had seen earlier with colorful scarves and other clothing.
"So, where are you from? It looks like you're a dolphineer," he guessed.
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Post by dragon on Mar 7, 2009 23:16:44 GMT -5
Nris made a slight face that only lasted an instant. It looked like she was a dolphineer. Well ... duh. Considering she was still wearing a cut down wading suit? She hadn't exactly taken time to go change into something different when the dragon had picked her up. They had said hurry ... so hurry she had. And that meant not changing. At least she wasn't wet, too. They'd found her before she'd quite reached the docks for the day's work.
"I am." she said, simply. "I'm from Blossom. Where are you from?" She asked. Lick for lick was fair game, she figured. Nris followed Cadil over to the other stall, and fingered a rather fine hanky for a moment, admiring the color. But it was not something she was really interested in. Her passion being the water and the denziens thereof, she had never developed an interest in things such as clothing. One couldn't swim, wearing a lot of the styles of clothing that were circulating about.
"Any particular reason you're all dressed up like that?" She asked, finally, curiosity burning. Maybe there was a dance later, or something. Or maybe there was a certain someone about that Cadil was trying to attract? Some people were funny that way, over doing the clothing and facepaint. Though she couldn't help the nagging suspicion that wouldn't go away that Cadil wasn't a her.
Maybe it was the way her companion was moving... she didn't know. But, for now, she'd go with the obvious assumption: Cadil had to be a her. After all, the dress was hard to miss.
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Post by ladybug on Mar 9, 2009 20:22:48 GMT -5
"I was born in Hyphen, but I'm really from the Weavercraft Hall," Cadil answered, picking up his pace as he neared the stall. Unable to resist any longer, he picked up the scarf that had caught his eyes earlier and ran his fingers over the material. "I'm a Weaver apprentice. I'd been at the Hall for a few turns before I was Searched."
At Nris's next question, he stiffened, his fingers tightening around the scarf as a frown momentarily darkened his features. He wondered if Nris had already seen past his disguise. At any rate, she didn't seem to mean any harm, so he relaxed a little. "Well...girls have better clothes than boys," he answered simply. He wasn't going to give her a psychoanalysis of how wearing women's clothes made him feel comfortable, at home. "It's much more fun to wear dresses and makeup."
His smile returning, he set the scarf down. He couldn't afford it, anyway. Noticing a blue tunic with white beading, he pointed it out to Nris. "Hey, I think that would look good on you. The white would bring out your hair, and the blue is dolphin..ish."
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Post by dragon on Mar 9, 2009 21:53:31 GMT -5
"More fun to wear dresses?" Nris asked, doubtfully. "I never saw that. I always found them cumbersom, restrictive ... and you can't swim in a dress. Not very well, at any rate." She mentioned. But then, with Cadil being a weaver, she could understand the fascination with all things material. And the same went for herself. Being a dolphineer, she leaned more toward the swimming than the clothes.
When Cadil pointed out a blue tunic, she considered it for a moment before lifting it down. Not only would it really highlight her hair, it would also bring out the icey blue of her eyes. Blue and white really was her colors. To a point. She fingered the tunic for a moment, and then grinned at Cadil. "I gotta give you this: you're good with colors." When not over done. The glitter went a bit far. She held up the tunic for a moment, admiring the color and the beading, before hanging it back up. Nris knew she hadn't any marks on her, and it would be bad to get to liking something so much that it made her down to walk away without it.
And this was a really interesting thing, too, in that she normally didn't give a Flit's behind about a peice of clothing. Cadil was already rubbing off on her, with his infectious enthusiasm.
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