Everything you ever... (Hinsero)

[Tashe]

It felt good to be outside of Selenitas, even if they were just plodding along the outskirts. It had grown stuffy in there and it just wasn't how it was before the Wastelanders came. Iwyrth's constant presence had helped to dampen the over bearing control she felt slowly creeping over the Weyr, but even she couldn't stem the tide for long. Over all, Ithanna wasn't too keen on anyone calling themselves a Wastelander. Her bias at least was fairly based after having experienced life on both continents, living one way before finding the other. She hadn't come to the Weyr to Impress, but she had. She hadn't come to be tied down, but she had. If the Greenweyrling missed anything about her old life it was the freedom she had felt when she was still trading runners in the North. But, because Iwyrth was in fact a huge part of her life, it was hard to picture turning away from Karoon hold to go back to her family. Hard, but not impossible.

Swinging down from her mountain pony's withers Ithanna stretched before leading the mare to a tree, tossing her lead rope over a low branch and tying it loosely on. She trusted Chicky enough to leave her with such a loose tie, mainly because there was very little that spooked the grey and the things that did rarely appeared. Ithanna made sure that she wasn't disturbing anyone (not like the Jungle fringe was a terribly popular place to be) and jumped up, grabbing a low lying branch. Her arm muscles went taunt as the Greenweyrling pulled herself up and over the branch with a quick and practiced motion, quickly finding her footing she leapt to another higher branch directly above her little pony.

It had been a while since she was able to just lounge on a tree branch, to just kick back and watch the leaves shift in the breeze. Unfortunately it was still cold out even though the end of the winter months was fast approaching, so she was forced to dress a little more warmly than she usually did. She didn't really like thicker wool tunics, but she had managed to find one in a very acceptable color. Dark blue. It happened to be one of her favorite colors. Her black riding breeches were versatile for all weather she could encounter, save for perhaps, the coldest snows. They were thick enough to keep out the bite, but made of a material that could breath in the summer. Either way, the cold of the morning didn't bother her as she lay on her branch. Flipping onto her stomach, Ithanna draped an arm and a leg over the side of the branch much like a feline. "Mmm..." With Chicky chomping at the grass below her, she was sure that if left undisturbed she would most definitely fall asleep.

[Ruby]

Hinsero was walking in the jungle for no reason beyond a change of pace. Things got so repetitive in a Candidate's life: wake up, infirmary, lessons, chores, maybe some food thrown in there. No variation. Lessons had been spotty lately, of course - they had been that way since the invasion and the hatching, he assumed because everyone was busy with other things. Understandably so; lessons got boring anyway, although the Candidate never objected to learning new things. It was just that the format was always the same. Endless, repetitive. So not Hinsero's style. He'd considered heading out to the woods last time he went to vist M'ze, but the new Brownrider couldn't come with him, and Hinsero had been in the forest for no more than 16 candlemarks before he'd had to come back to the infirmary. This whole 'schedule' thing really wasn't agreeing with him.

Heart wasn't helping - the green had spent most of her time off visiting her siblings. Only the favorite ones, of course, although Hinsero wasn't totally happy that she was spending so much time with Orena, the Weyrling. R'ril and Ja'kin were Wastelanders, like him, and could certainly control their pets, despite the fact that while Heart was an absolute love, her siblings seemed quite difficult. Orena, however... he didn't like the idea of how much mischief Heart and Gerroff could get in to if that particular blue took control of the situation. Heart, of course, never needed to be controlled, but still, when she spent time with her siblings suspicious things seemed to happen. With Geroff especially.

She was away now, although a gentle brush of her mind a few moments ago said she would come find him, soon. She had had a lovely day, she said, although when Hinsero asked her to elaborate she stayed silent. Distracted, probably. With a sigh, the Candidate grabbed a nearby sapling to swing around it, changing direction abruptly. A few strides took him into a slight clearing... with a stray runner on the other side.

With a gentle chucking sound, he approached the runner from the front, hand out before him (totally oblivious to the girl in the tree above). The creature's rope had come undone, barely trailing over the branch, but the Runner hadn't done so much as wander to better grass. "Hey there," Hinsero murmured, allowing the runner to sniff his fingers before he reached up to scratch his (her?) cheek. "Who do you belong to, hmm?" he asked, a little louder, glancing deeper into the nearby jungle. Of course, he never thought to look up.

[Tashe]

Opening an eye as unconcealed footsteps approached, Ithanna watched Chicky sleepily as she shifted her weight back and forth in response to the person. From what she could tell the Runner wasn't on edge just displaying her normal amount of wariness around a stranger. Adjusting the position of her head she rubbed her cheek against the smooth bark before relaxing again. The Weyrling was in the perfect position to simply roll off the branch for an attack if the person tried to do anything, like steal her Runner. Not like Chicky wasn't well known by the Stable hands of the Weyr, if she was taken it would be hard to pawn her off on people. She'd be useless for everything except depleting the grain storage, the mare wouldn't listen to anyone but Ithanna willingly. Any attempts would result in kicks, bites and many bucks and rears. She was a one person pony. The Greenweyrling opened her eye again when the young man walked into her range of sight.

Chicky tossed her mane gently as the man-boy approached, her eyes tracking his progress while she cropped at the grass she hadn't yet gotten to. Ears swiveled back and forth, turning directly toward Hinsero when he was in arms distance of her. Snorting as he offered his hand, the grey's nostrils quivered before she leaned down a little farther to sniff the man-boy's fingers. Pressing against his hand as he itched her cheek, Chicky nickered when he spoke to her, not really caring what he said.

The man was actually kinda hot, if she had to drop tackle him... well, lets say she wouldn't mind very much. Runner thief or not. Ithanna liked older looking men or rather, older men in general. She was attracted to the masculine features older males developed rather than the younger smoother appearances of those directly around her age. Swinging her hand to and fro gently, the Weyrling let her rolled up sleeve fall back down so it covered more of her arm. "Chicky. Her name is Chicky. And she's my partner in crime."

[Ruby]

Hinsero just barely managed not to skitter sideways like a startled runner himself when the voice came out of the trees. The runner (Chicky, apparently) didn't move at all, so Hinsero guessed she probably belonged to the girl in the tree. Young woman, he corrected on second glance, taking a step back so he didn't have to crane his neck so far. Not more than a few years younger than him, although if anyone looked at the two of them side by side, they'd certainly call the gap larger than it was. Hinsero certainly looked more than his age.

Keeping a hand on Chicky's head and sliding it up to scratch the mare behind the ear, he took another step sideways, getting the girl at a comfortable angle. "Partner in crime, eh?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. "That sounds dangerous, Chicky," he added, lowering his voice as if he were talking to the mare. However, it didn't sound like Hinsero thought dangerous was bad. Not even a little.

Trailing his hand down the runner's neck to pat her shoulder, Hinsero regarded the girl for a moment longer before speaking. "So this is Chicky," he said, punctuating his sentence with a pat, "And I'm Hinsero, a Candidate. Who might you be?"