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Post by dragon on Oct 20, 2011 15:41:40 GMT -5
L'nu tugged on his trousers, trying to get them to come back up to where they were supposed to be. They were, quite simply, too big for him. Mostly cause they had to go not only over his legs, but also over the brace that was on his leg. He didn't have to use crutches anymore, thank Faranth. Those things had been his ultimate doom. He'd fallen more times trying to use them than he would have without them, he was pretty sure. He'd got them hung in everything. But they had kept his hands busy.
Now his pants were doing the same. Unfortunately they didn't want to stay put and sometimes he tripped over those too. But that wasn't his biggest problem at the moment. His biggest problem...? He had no idea where he was, and his stomach was growling even more intensely now than when he'd started out.
He hadn't done any exploring at all since coming to this new place as a cripple. Getting around his own weyr had been a feat of hurculean effort. Now, it was time to get out of what had more or less become a prison. Time to figure out where exactly it was he was living now.
The sad part was that L'nu had never been very good at navigating Selenitas' tunnels. Now, he was particularly lost all over again, only more so. He'd never seen these tunnels of this place. Finding what looked like it should have been a hub of activity, L'nu peeked around wondering why there was not a soul to be seen in the area.
"Hello?" He offered tentatively, getting an eerie feeling crawling up the back of his neck. It was wayyyyyy too quiet. And one of these doors he'd found looked like it was more or less sealed. Why was a door sealed? That didn't bode well... not at all.
"Hello?" He asked again, trying to hitch up his trousers again. Pausing, he tried to see if he could wiggle another notch out of his rather ineffectual belt.
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Post by Avu on Oct 20, 2011 18:55:41 GMT -5
After a good deal of contemplation, Sena decided that, despite her definite lack of close friends at Glasscraft Hall, if she was going to be at Selenitas for possibly the rest of her life—she didn’t plan on leaving Iskierka ever again and she really did adore Sydney—she had to go about making a few friends. Or acquaintances, or something. (A boyfriend wouldn’t go amiss either, she’d decided; there were a lot of cute guys around, even if most of them were probably too old for her, but then again, she didn’t want to go through the effort of a relationship. And she didn’t know if Iskierka would approve anyway.) That in mind, Sena had been on her way to the Main Hall—everyone was friendlier with food, right?—until she’d taken a wrong turn somewhere and….and now she was thoroughly lost.
She jumped slightly at the echoes of somebody yelling reaching her, and instinctively whirled to bounce anxiously on her heels, peering awkwardly into the dim half-lit hall. Almost yelled back just on principle, but it occurred to her that it was more than possible for whoever was yelling—distinctly male, but not someone she recognized. Byproduct of not knowing any guys well at all, probably; she wouldn’t even be able to pick out the Candidatemaster’s voice like this—to be talking to someone else. Someone they knew. Still, maybe they could point the way out of this mess, so Sena promptly set off in search of the owner of the voice.
Rounding a corner presented a boy, her age or maybe a bit older, cute in a more teddy-bear fashion than she had come to associate with dragonriders, except that he was sort of awkwardly messing with his pants. Sena’s immediate response was to blush bright red, and she coughed, rocking back and turning her face away from him, offering a “Um?” with the utmost acceptance of her own incompetence with situations like this. Friends, she reminded herself, acquaintances. Someone who possibly knew their way out of here.
“Hi,” she re-started, addressing L’nu’s left shoulder serenely, “Were you yelling? It echoes pretty loud, you know. I’m Sena, and I’d shake your hand but, um, you seem to be…” Busy. With his pants. Er. “I don’t think the ghosts hanging out here usually answer, anyway. Or, you know, exist,” she finished, dryly, upon ascertaining that no, there was nobody else around. “You wanna point me out of here? I’m pretty much lost.” Assuming she had given him plenty of time to finish up…whatever, Sena focused on L’nu’s face, blinking at him curiously. He really was sort of cute—the kind of boy she would’ve discreetly adored with the gaggle of girls at Glasscraft Hall as adorable but not particularly boyfriend-material.
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Post by dragon on Oct 20, 2011 21:33:13 GMT -5
L'nu looked up suddenly when he heard a coughing sound followed by a rather embarrassed sounding "Um." Spotting the girl, and realizing from how she looked and acted what she probably thought was going on ... in regards to what he was doing ... L'nu blushed just as red as she did. "It's not what you think, I promise." He insisted, hurriedly sliding the tail of the belt home where it belonged. Of course, it didn't help that he got even more awkward than usual around girls ...
"Hi?" He offered in return, wondering why she was staring at his shoulder now. A quick glance sideways at his shoulder didn't inform him any better toward the reasons why. Looking at her again and shuffling his feet a little to try and get a better, less-painful position on the aching limbs, he floundered for what else to do. But ... wait. She was asking him for directions? L'nu just stared at her for a moment in bemusement.
"You ... want me to point you the way out?" He asked again uncertainly. He almost told her that he hadn't the first clue which way was out, that he was lost quite well himself. Except ... something of a disturbingly masculine nature reared its ugly head in his subconscious. The part where he desperately wished he could tell her - for more reasons than getting out himself. "Sure." he answered, reaching out for the wall with one hand as he took a few tentative, pained steps.
Yeah, that was real manly. Getting free of the wall, he walked across the hall and to the junction there. For a moment he looked down one of the adjoining halls. "I wasn't yelling." He mentioned, mostly to delay actually having to decide which way to go. "It's called shouting." L'nu clarified. "The echos are quite interesting in these caverns you know. You can almost time the difference in reply between them, depending on where you stand." Okay, that was all bullshit, but it sounded good. Sounded smart.
"Were you hunting ghosts then?" L'nu asked, as another delay tactic, looking back at the girl. He hadn't heard of any ghosts rolling around, but he wasn't going to discount their possible existence either. She said her name was Sena ... that was a nice-sounding name. "I'm L'nu." He introduced, before waving her over and hobbling down a hallway at random.
Maybe eventually he'd get lucky and Rose would come for him.
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Post by Avu on Oct 21, 2011 13:11:10 GMT -5
Well, okay. Sena believed in the benefit of doubt, sometimes, and she didn’t know this guy well enough to be judging him. Far be it from her to make assumptions. (The sarcasm was present even in her mind, but it wasn’t something she planned on saying. That would be rude.) Instead she smiled at L’nu, willing the blush away from her cheeks, and tilted her head at him; she hadn’t thought her request was that odd, really. Actually, the way he said it sounded pretty rhetorical, but Sena answered, “That would be nice?” anyway, not that it seemed to matter. She smiled again, a quick, more genuine flash of appreciation this time, at his agreement, closing the space between them to fall into step with L’nu.
“Yelling, shouting, I don’t differentiate. Although shouting sounds a lot angrier than yelling, I think,” she answered, and then wrinkled her nose as L’nu went on. Well…okay, she supposed. “I’ll take your word for it.” Not quite doubtful, but decidedly playfully skeptical; she supposed if you’d lived there a long enough time you got used to it and could maybe do something with the echoes but she sure wasn’t going to stick around and yell for fun to test that theory, “Nice to meet you, L’nu,” parroting his name to get used to the sound of it. “No, I wasn’t looking for ghosts. I wouldn’t know any of them anyway,” she pointed out. It was sort of a moot point, though, since Sena didn’t really believe in ghosts either way. Although she’d be sort of pleasantly intrigued by their existence, if one popped up.
Sena tilted her head to look at L’nu curiously, and then back down the hallway, squinting slightly. “I know I didn’t really specify before,” she said, “But um, when I said, ‘out of here,’ the Candidate Barracks would be nice. Or the Main Hall. Or the Rider Weyrs, I guess. ‘Cause otherwise I’ll just end up lost there instead of here, which’ll be a great change but…still not that helpful, y’know?” She smiled, inviting him to laugh at her navigational ineptitude—it didn’t really occur to Sena to do anything but laugh at herself in situations like this, she was essentially hapless with directions and she really was grateful L’nu seemed to be walking her to wherever instead of just pointing her one way and saying go.
“Leg okay?” she added, nodding down at his limp before she’d really given him a chance to say anything in between—she hadn’t really been watching him very closely before (it struck her as decidedly strange when people peered avidly at her throughout conversations; maybe they thought it was polite but she really was not that interesting to look at, okay) but a brief glance at the right moment brought the stiffness of his walk to her attention.
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Post by dragon on Oct 21, 2011 13:50:03 GMT -5
L'nu smiled uncertainly, completely out of his depth when it came to talking to a girl. He wasn't sure what was right and what was wrong. Well ... okay. He had an inkling. Like letting her think he knew the way out was probably wrong. Okay, no probablys about it. It was. But he couldn't help himself either.
This was so going to end badly.
"Okay. Noted. Main hall sounds like a superb idea anyway." L'nu agreed. Never mind he'd spent the last three candlemarks looking for the place... "How long have you been around the Weyr?" He asked, looking for something to distract from where they were and where they weren't. Maybe he would get blindly lucky and stumble into the place finally.
"Nice to meet you too. I don't know any ghosts either. Doesn't seem to stop them from knowing you a bit more than a body likes, though. At least, so I'm told. I haven't met any personally. At least ... not that I was aware of." He rambled, rather disturbed now that the topic was on ghosts. Somehow, he was pretty sure that old Selenitas was chock full of them now. So many hadn't been so lucky.
If you called crippled for months lucky.
"Huh? What?" He asked, looking over at her, and then down at his own leg. "Oh. Um ... yeah. Sore, otherwise good all things considered. I broke it a while back, the brace itches like nobody's business though... it also keeps my clothes from fitting quite right." He admitted sheepishly.
"Are you a Candidate then? Why would you want to go to the Rider Weyrs?" L'nu asked, somewhat bemused by the options she had asked for a little while ago. The problem with L'nu was that thoughts bounced around in his head like ping-pong balls until he managed to catch one, which it then promptly fell out his mouth in no particular order. But while he randomly revisited comments made before many of the more recent comments, he resolutely kept walking down the hall way hoping to Faranth that it went somewhere other than to more tunnels.
Given that he had no idea where he was to start with, he didn't even have an inclination as to which way he should be going anyway. So he poked at Paglieth a bit, hoping the blue would send Rose ... Rose could navigate anything, he was pretty sure.
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Post by Avu on Oct 24, 2011 17:04:45 GMT -5
Ooh, she hadn’t meant to freak him out with the ghost thing, but it really was sort of cute anyway. Sena bit her lip, smiling in amusement, deciding that it was probably better for L’nu’s composure if they stayed away from ghost stories for now. Instead she answered, “I got here a few days ago maybe…I don’t really know, it goes real fast, you know?” And, since he seemed to know her about the same she knew him—that was, not at all prior to this—she didn’t bother with her typical apologetic explanation about being bad with names and faces. So far she could pick out Iskierka and Ioth without even blinking (a given) and Sydney, her bunkmate, and that was…pretty much it; even the Candidatemaster had a confusing twin, so she couldn’t be sure.
“Oh, is that the whole pants thing?” Maybe not the most diplomatic way to say it, but Sena at least attempted to take any potential offense by flashing L’nu a playful grin, adding more seriously, “If you need to take a break or anything we totally can, I’m not in a hurry or—um?” The question caught her by surprise, and Sena actually blinked at L’nu as she considered; this was certainly one of the more non-linear conversations she had had to date. “Oh, my Auntie’s a Rider, and I know how to get from her weyr to the Candidate Barracks, I just can’t find her weyr from, um, wherever we are. D’you know Iskierka? She rides blue Ioth?”
Sena sort of expected it to be a rhetorical question—it seemed like Selenitas had such a small population after the earthquake that everyone just knew everyone, or was at least distantly but distinctly aware of their existences, especially since Iskierka had been Weyrlingmaster—important—but maybe not. L’nu didn’t seem to be extraordinarily aware of things, even if he knew more about the tunnel system than she did, and was apparently, by his knots and name, a Rider (and years ago Sena would’ve been jealous of that, but even in a new setting she still just didn’t expect to Impress anymore, so it was a moot point).
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Post by dragon on Oct 24, 2011 18:01:34 GMT -5
"I know. I was new once, too. Sometimes I feel like I'm still new." L'nu confessed. "All the oldtimers are always so sure of themselves, and what will happen next. Me, I usually don't know what's around the next corner." Which probably wasn't the best thing to say given that right now he really didn't know what was around the next corner. Literally. Or even where the next corner was, for that matter.
"Yes," L'nu laughed. "...that is the whole pants thing. I normally don't have such dysfunctional attire, no." Even if he didn't have the first clue where he was or where he was headed, L'nu found that he was rather enjoying the excursion. He found himself relaxing, instead of his normal default all-screwed-up-tight nervous reaction to the world in general. Though ... moving to the new Weyr and the ousting of the Wasteland leadership helped a lot in how worried he tended to be. But yes - he was comfortable psychologically right now, and he liked that feeling. So he just ambled along with hardly any care where exactly they were going - other than the part where she'd eventually find out that he was just as lost as she was.
"Thank you. I may have to stop occasionally, but for now I am good." L'nu nodded in appreciation to her thoughtfulness. She was a nice girl, and he liked that. Nice people were so hard to find these days. Pretty much since he'd left home. Not that he'd known that many people outside of his immediate family either, so ...
"Your Aunt is a Rider." L'nu repeated thoughtfully, and then gave her a very unreadable look when she mentioned Iskierka. "I know of Iski, yes." He admitted. "Can't say I know her terribly well. I ... uh. Generally tried my very best to not get her attention. In any way, shape, or form. Actually." He admitted. "Not implying anything bad there, now. Just ... she scares me." It was always so hard to tell what that particular woman was thinking, among other things. On top of her being one of those Northern people who were trained to a lethal point where they seemed to have no personality otherwise. Or at least so far as he had seen. He could be wrong, but he really didn't want to find out either.
He certainly didn't want to stumble into her weyr, either.
"Did your ... uh ... aunt bring you here?" He couldn't help but ask. Given that so far as he had heard Iskierka was indeed from the North ... how else would the lass get here? L'nu paused at a point where another hall joined onto the one they were in, and considered it thoughtfully a moment before deciding to continue on straight.
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Post by Avu on Oct 29, 2011 11:22:49 GMT -5
“Well,” Sena answered, spiritedly slipping into twisted philosophy, “Nobody really knows, especially with metaphorical corners, you know? They’re just really good at pretending.” She didn’t really believe in pre-planning everything anyway; Sena tended to just roll with it, wherever ‘it’ might take her. Glasscraft Hall, okay. Southern Weyr in the middle of nowhere, sure. Besides, at least if you accepted that you were permanently wandering you couldn’t really get lost in the typical sense of the word, because you’d nowhere else to be anyway. Regardless of metaphorical corners or literal ones, she flashed L’nu a pleased dimpled smile at his laugh; it pleased her that he had a sense of humor.
“Yeah, just lemme know if you need to or whatever.” Then, at the Look she got at the mention of Iskierka, a touch defensively, “What?” His explanation made Sena wrinkle her nose, torn between amusement and sympathy. “Oh. She can be intimidating, yeah.” Sena had a hard time seeing her that way, but she suspected that her situation was unique, unless Iskierka made a side project out of befriending children and doting on them right up to where she couldn’t anymore, which Sena somehow doubted. Besides, she suspected that Iskierka probably intended to come off as intimidating—maybe not consciously, but still.
The stutter over the label ‘Aunt’ made Sena blink at L’nu, and then she shook her head, laughing slightly. “Oh, no. I got Searched from Glasscraft Hall, some greenrider came by. But she’s not really my Aunt, I don’t mind if you just call her Iskierka or anything, she was just my mom’s best friend.” And after her mother’s death, probably Sena’s best friend too; she trusted Iskierka in a way she hadn’t quite been able to trust the Candidates and Weyrlings of her age—not when they were so obviously angling for Impression, not when she was potentially in the way of their Impression (except for not, since she never Impressed, but the point still stood).
She tilted his head at his knots, and then added, “What about you, you’re a Rider, right? Been down South your whole life?”
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Post by dragon on Nov 2, 2011 20:26:21 GMT -5
"I suppose you're right." L'nu conceded amiably as he made careful steps along the hall. When he came to a fork, he randomly chose one and continued on with hardly a break in stride. Of course it helped a lot that he had the entire approach to decide which one to take a chance on. Partly he was following his nose ... surely the more traveled and shallower tunnels would have better air in them. At least that was his operating theory of the moment. Sooner or later they'd get somewhere.
If it took awhile, he could blame it on how slow he was having to walk because of his leg. "Thank you." He told her gratefully. It was so nice to run into a nice person for a change ... and she did seem quite nice indeed. He was quiet however, for a very long time. Belatedly realizing he'd said something that could have been seen as offensive was a tad sobering, after all. He hadn't meant to be offensive. "Intimidating, yes." He finally agreed, quietly.
"Oh." L'nu added as she explained that Iskierka wasn't actually a blood relation. Not that it mattered much. For some people the relatives they chose were far more important than the ones they were born with. "Glasscraft, huh? Does that mean you make glass dishes, or windows, or ... what?" L'nu asked with some actual interest. Being a crafter ... or formerly a crafter, himself, it was certainly a topic he found interesting. Even if he knew next to nothing about that specific craft.
"Um." L'nu glanced at his own knots and then gave her a slight smile. "Yeah, I'm a Rider. I impressed Paglieth back in the canyon ... you know, the original Weyr? Before that I was a potter. But yeah. I've never even seen the North. Given what tends to come here from there ... I can't really say that I want to, either. No offense meant mind you." He hurriedly added. "I suppose it's entirely possible that it's the nasty people who just can't resist pissing in everyone else's cups that keep coming down here."
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Post by Avu on Nov 3, 2011 23:34:05 GMT -5
It was sort of endearingly funny, that he was scared of Iskierka. Or intimidated by her, or whatever. And even more so that he’d admit it, because Sena was pretty sure most guys did not own up to things like that; they’d just bluster through it and turn funny colors or something. But then, maybe she was just used to the North—L’nu decidedly did not seem like a Northern guy. Either way, Sena wasn’t going to call him out on it; that would be rude and he was too adorable to be rude to. Instead, she grinned at him, bouncing two steps just for the fun of it, and answered, “I do decorative stuff—like pretty vases or glass sculptures, things people with too much money and nothing to waste it on buy, that’s my specialization—but I mean, I know how to make windows and things too. Need a window?”
The breezily playful tone of her voice was indicative enough of her belief that he didn’t—she was teasing, casually brushing up against him to thread her arm through his companionably (it really didn’t occur to her as flirtatious—it wasn’t as intimate as taking his hand, after all; Sena was just being friendly was all) at the same time, slowing down so she didn’t pull him too fast.
“Paglieth,” she echoed, “That’s a nice name.” Not that she’d met a dragon whose name she didn’t like but there were dignified names and unpronounceable names and Paglieth just sounded like a nice sort of name. The mention of old Selenitas made her tilt her head to one side in puppyish curiosity, and she nodded thoughtfully; it had seemed odd, this Weyr, not at all like what the rumors she’d heard growing up made it sound like, so the old-new thing made sense, and she’d heard it before, but it was still hard to really comprehend. After all, she’d only ever been to this Selenitas; that it had not always been like this was somewhat foreign to her.
“Oh, no offense taken, s’all good,” she hastened to assure him, and then flashed him a faintly mischievous grin, adding, “I make it a point not to piss in anybody’s cup, personally. Anyway, the Glasscraft Hall was quite nice, but that probably is a minority, so it’s whatever.” Another dimpled grin, and she added, “Potter, like clay and stuff, did you say? Is there a Hall for that? I should probably know this,” contritely crinkling her nose in apology, “Like if you’re a dragonrider you oughta know all the Weyrs, Crafters should know all the Halls, right? Although proportionately Weyrfolk have it easy, but—sorry. Is there?”
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Post by dragon on Nov 8, 2011 23:25:26 GMT -5
L'nu chuckled, but shook his head. "No, I'm afraid I don't need a window at all. But if I do, I know who to look up, don't I?" He smiled at her for a moment to let her know he was teasing. It surprised him terribly that she slipped in close, much less close enough to slide her arm through his. More on instinct than actual planning he accepted her there with a crook to his arm for her. But then he continued a touch more seriously. "I think I'd like to see some of your artwork though. Glass sculpture sounds really pretty. Is it transparent glass, opaque, or colored?" If she had a specialization, he could only imagine that she was terribly good at it ... and thus it was worth seeing, and worth rich people paying for. She was awfully young to be that skilled, but it did happen sometimes. A real stroke of genius entered the craft.
He nodded a little at her musings on his dragon's name. "It is a nice name, yes. It certainly fits him. He's a nice dragon too, even though he doesn't really sound like it most of the time. He gets his words all tangled up and he says things that he really didn't mean." But otherwise ... Paglieth was a very thoughtful and sweet blue, if a bit excitable to the point where he sometimes stumbled over himself in eagerness.
"Yes ... um. Like clay and stuff." L'nu answered a bit morosely. "I actually don't know if there's a hall for it or not. It was something of a family trade. Almost all of my family are, or have been Potters. It's a tad odd that I ... uh ... left the trade. As it were." He shrugged a little. "I really don't know, myself. I am sure we could ask someone. Someone's got to know. But ... Potting really isn't a major craft though. Are there Potting halls in the north? It just ... seems odd. Not dignified like Harpering or anything."
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Post by Avu on Nov 11, 2011 19:53:55 GMT -5
Sena flashed a wide, pleased grin at L’nu, linking her elbow with his to slip her hand into one pocket comfortably; the question that followed earned a bird-like tilt of her head, her mouth quirking to one side thoughtfully. “Well, I mean, I know how to work with all three, y’know? The Masters aren’t real lax about stuff like that, but I like colored the best; it’s real easy to make it pretty. And they sell the best,” she added, a little more abstractedly; Sena had never been overly concerned with her money supply. The Crafthall wouldn’t let her go hungry, the same way Benden Weyr always had food around, and now Selenitas; taking the consumer interest into account had only been a very small part of her specialization. “Anyway, I only brought a few things with, figured the Masters would be happier if they could sell the rest or whatever, but you’re welcome to that. Don’t suppose the Weyr has glasscrafting facilities?”
She murmured a quiet, “Aww” at the description of Paglieth, “He sounds adorable,” following swiftly. Although honestly Sena wasn’t comfortable with the thought of dragons being really nice, or adorable either. At least, not personality-wise, since what she could remember of Benden dragons indicated very clearly that they were decidedly dangerous creatures when they wanted to be…plus Vhirkaath, who adored her on principle, and Ioth, who probably didn’t but was still nice to her anyway. Exceptions, not the rule. Except…now she was South, she supposed, and the dragons should reflect that.
L’nu’s explanation of his craft earned a curious, surprised glance from the girl, and she made a soft sound of comprehension in her throat. “Oh, that’s nice,” she commented, half-bemused and half-thrilled. “A family craft, I mean. Sounds all…” She made an absentminded gesture with the hand not threaded through L’nu’s arm, a wide all-encompassing gesture, “Familial. Close. I guess it’s a real good thing I’m not a Harper. But I mean, potting isn’t like…major, but I figure it could be a part of a Crafthall, right? Like, lotsa people’ve gotta do it, right? Don’t see why it shouldn’t be organized.” She tilted her head to smile at him, “Maybe we should start a Crafthall for it, gotta be a lot of clay and stuff up in those mountains, yeah?”
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Post by dragon on Nov 23, 2011 17:52:54 GMT -5
L'nu nodded as Sena talked about her specialty and preferences in glass crafting. It sounded interesting, and he wondered if it was anything like potting. If a lot hotter. "I'd like to see them, sure." Maybe he'd buy one off her, too. But he couldn't say that until he saw them. Being something of a craftsman himself, he did have a particular taste in crafted artwork in an item. "Actually, I think there is glasscraft facilities, yes. I know we have several other glasscrafters around. If there aren't any, then they have been commandeering the metal forge." L'nu answered, though he was pretty sure that there were actual glasscraft facilities. He hadn't exactly ... looked. Same for potting. He had no idea if there was a potting set up anywhere, though technically potting could be set up any old where an oven could be built. He hadn't known old Selenitas had had one until right before the Weyr had demolished itself.
He laughed softly. "Awkward is a better description for him. But he can be adorable at times, yes. It depends on the situation really." On the other hand ... didn't most things depend on circumstances? Or perspective at least. "I suppose when we get back outside I can have him come over if you want to see him?" L'nu offered, though he wasn't entirely sure he could get Paglieth to wake up when they did ... he certainly couldn't get the dragon's attention now! And he wished he could, so maybe the blue would send Rose ... who was also apparently ignoring him. Way for having friends to navigate him out of this mess.
L'nu couldn't help but laugh softly at her attempts to express herself. It made him feel a tad bit better to know that he wasn't the only one with that problem. If for different reasons, it was still nice to know that he wasn't the only defunct in the bunch. "It was familial, yes." He agreed. "We stayed busy, turned out a lot of goods. It's how we made a living after all." L'nu shrugged slightly. I knew lots of people who did it, but then I was rather deeply embedded in that circle. I really can't say how many people actually participate in the craft with any kind of certainty. Almost every potting facility has its own style and method though. It's hard to get one kind of urn from two different ovens. I guess you could call it freestyle craft. But um ... clay doesn't come from mountains, no. Not really. More from hilly country."
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Post by Avu on Nov 23, 2011 20:40:19 GMT -5
Wait. Wait what?
Sena stutter-stepped at L’nu’s comment, and then her eyes went wide at the implications. Well yes she knew there were other Glasscrafters but what? Actual facilities for it? That she could use? Excitement flashed unchecked across her face and she actually bounced a step, “Wait really? Oh man, I totally didn’t know that, d’you know where they are about? Like, can we get to them from here? Oh never mind that’s probably not good for your leg is it.” A pause as she considered this obstacle, and she threw L’nu a wide, disarming grin, “Dude, that’s super great though, I hadn’t heard about that before.” It’d give her something to do, having an actual place to go for glasscrafting—right now the idea of returning to her craft had been sort of festering in the back of her mind, but she’d always assumed it meant going back to Ista.
“I’d love to meet Paglieth,” she added, hopefully, “I mean—if it ain’t like a big deal for him or anything.” Didn’t know if dragons did anything terribly important without their Riders in attendance. Eating maybe? Yeah, eating would be more important than meeting her. And…no matter what L’nu said about Paglieth Sena was still a little wary of him; she supposed all dragons were harmless and adorable enough to their mindmates. But to others, she didn’t doubt they could be very vicious creatures. The Candidatemaster’s dragon aside, maybe. Or all Southern dragons aside, even. She should figure that out.
A shrug at his explanation; Sena offered an all-encompassing, “Well sure, but everyone makes unique things, even if they’re only different ‘cause of who made ‘em. But um…oh.” A sheepish grin as she flicked a sideways glance at L’nu—she was probably talking too much, but as far as she could tell L’nu didn’t mind and Sena was nothing if not pleased to keep talking—“Well there’ve gotta be some hills ‘round here too…like, the mountains’ve gotta stop somewhere, don’t they? There’s a desert on one side, ain’t there hills in between or is it like…” She gestured with her hand, shaping the sharp point of a mountain and bringing down her palm flat to indicate the desert. “Y’know, dead stop, mountain-desert?”
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