Post by dragon on Oct 25, 2011 17:03:17 GMT -5
He really didn't need this much space. Furthermore, he really didn't have anything to put in this much space. He was ... nobody special. No rank. Nothing. Just ... a man. With very little to his name. No job. But yet ... somehow ... he had ended up with quartering all to himself.
Which meant he had a lot of empty space with nothing to fill it. It really didn't bother him all that much, but it certainly surprised him a lot to suddenly discover that some spaces weren't quite as empty as he'd left them.
Like ... his closet. He was pretty sure that the only things he'd left in there were his drums and his own clothes. Not ... a collection of someone else's clothes.
Definitely not a whole pile of various pieces of women's underwear. Where in the world had those come from? They were all colors and cuts of breast-bands as well as knickers. After finding that heap in there all piled against the side of his small drum, Emoyan just stood there and stared for a moment. Before finally turning to look past his arm accusingly at Skink.
... who slept through it and completely made the glare rather impotent. Her legs twitched in the air as she hissed at whatever she was dreaming about, sprawled completely upside down with her tail locked around the handle of a stray mug that was half-full of tea.
Emoyan heaved a sigh and scraped the heap out of his closet with a foot. Kicking a stray piece after the rest, he pushed the closet shut again having completely forgotten why he'd opened it in the first place. Walking over to the bed he picked up his pillow for a moment before dropping it back onto the middle of the furs in indecision.
What was he going to do with it? He shot a glance at the heap. There had to be a dozen or more pieces in that heap, just from the colors he could see alone. Walking back over to it, Emoyan crouched and poked at the heap. It didn't look dirty. Quite to the contrary, it all looked like fresh laundry.
So ... who had stolen a whole swath of underthings from some drying line? Skink would be hard pressed to move just one, much less this many. Emoyan shot a look at the sleeping 'mandyr again for a moment. He really hadn't known her to be an outright thief, and certainly not of things of no apparent value. Sure, she'd squabble over things, but only if someone else looked like they wanted it.
Grabbing up the clothing articles, Emoyan poked around the room until he found a small bag to poke them all into. He really didn't know anyone who might be missing such things. Truthfully, outside of the various and sundry females that had at one time been his students, he really know knew one woman.
Maybe Darya would know what to do with it all. He only hoped that she wouldn't get any rather strange ideas from it. Reaching over to pluck Skink off of his desk, he had to stop before he dumped over the mug of tea in the process. A moment was required to unwind her tail from the handle before he could poke the dreaming mandyr into his pocket. He really didn't dare leave her behind; she'd find something to trash before he got back if he did.
Fluttering from the furs to Emoyan's shoulder as he walked out, Rascal settled in for the ride to wherever everyone was going. Closing the door behind him, Emoyan made his way off down the halls toward Darya's weyr, bag in hand.
Which meant he had a lot of empty space with nothing to fill it. It really didn't bother him all that much, but it certainly surprised him a lot to suddenly discover that some spaces weren't quite as empty as he'd left them.
Like ... his closet. He was pretty sure that the only things he'd left in there were his drums and his own clothes. Not ... a collection of someone else's clothes.
Definitely not a whole pile of various pieces of women's underwear. Where in the world had those come from? They were all colors and cuts of breast-bands as well as knickers. After finding that heap in there all piled against the side of his small drum, Emoyan just stood there and stared for a moment. Before finally turning to look past his arm accusingly at Skink.
... who slept through it and completely made the glare rather impotent. Her legs twitched in the air as she hissed at whatever she was dreaming about, sprawled completely upside down with her tail locked around the handle of a stray mug that was half-full of tea.
Emoyan heaved a sigh and scraped the heap out of his closet with a foot. Kicking a stray piece after the rest, he pushed the closet shut again having completely forgotten why he'd opened it in the first place. Walking over to the bed he picked up his pillow for a moment before dropping it back onto the middle of the furs in indecision.
What was he going to do with it? He shot a glance at the heap. There had to be a dozen or more pieces in that heap, just from the colors he could see alone. Walking back over to it, Emoyan crouched and poked at the heap. It didn't look dirty. Quite to the contrary, it all looked like fresh laundry.
So ... who had stolen a whole swath of underthings from some drying line? Skink would be hard pressed to move just one, much less this many. Emoyan shot a look at the sleeping 'mandyr again for a moment. He really hadn't known her to be an outright thief, and certainly not of things of no apparent value. Sure, she'd squabble over things, but only if someone else looked like they wanted it.
Grabbing up the clothing articles, Emoyan poked around the room until he found a small bag to poke them all into. He really didn't know anyone who might be missing such things. Truthfully, outside of the various and sundry females that had at one time been his students, he really know knew one woman.
Maybe Darya would know what to do with it all. He only hoped that she wouldn't get any rather strange ideas from it. Reaching over to pluck Skink off of his desk, he had to stop before he dumped over the mug of tea in the process. A moment was required to unwind her tail from the handle before he could poke the dreaming mandyr into his pocket. He really didn't dare leave her behind; she'd find something to trash before he got back if he did.
Fluttering from the furs to Emoyan's shoulder as he walked out, Rascal settled in for the ride to wherever everyone was going. Closing the door behind him, Emoyan made his way off down the halls toward Darya's weyr, bag in hand.