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Post by glamourie on Feb 28, 2010 22:07:14 GMT -5
He couldn’t have picked a worse time to get hauled halfway across a continent that he’d never been to, could he?
Marsayis leaned against the back side of the hatching sands, his arms folded, head bowed. It was twilight and the darkening sky made it nearly impossible to see him; perhaps this was his intention, for he certainly was not in a place most people would frequent… yet, anyway. From what he was told, the gold dragon in question wasn’t ready to start spitting out eggs, a fact that he was pleased by since he didn’t particularly want to be sat on and/or eaten by an angry mother to be if it could be helped. The hatching grounds smelled thickly of smoke and were primarily ignored ever since the reconstruction of the door that he’d told was burnt by some Fort attack. He hadn’t really gotten the details (didn’t care) but apparently it had something to do with why the Weyr looked like it’d been the victim of a recent forest fire, minus the forest part. In his not-so-humble opinion, it was a gigantic cesspit. He wasn’t impressed at all. Southern had been prettier, with the endless blue-green waves. Selenitas had trees and seared ground. Peachy.
He’d been at Selenitas just under a week. There was no main hall. He was sleeping in a tree. He felt like he was painting a gigantic bullseye on his forehead asking to be killed – his response to it all was to keep his daggers close at night, and sleep lightly. It was likely that he wouldn’t have agreed to come at all, if not for having… nowhere else to go. Literally. Everyone, save Kostya, that he knew was dead; they’d drowned. Part of what made Southern so appealing to him was the watery graveyard that stole his make-shift family being so close by. Sentimental? A little. Selenitas just felt foreign and cold in its own way, and… ugly. He toed a blackened patch of land, likely once grassy, with his boot. Yes, ugly, he didn’t find it appealing at all.
One hand came up to tilt his hat back and the twenty turn old crinkled his nose. The fading light made him turn to look before he turned back to the stone wall.
One week. He still didn’t know his way around that well, and only Kostya was worth talking to so far. He’d quickly discovered the hatching sands to be a very appealing escape, though. For now. The smell of smoke was actually familiar – it reminded him of the hearths at home, so long ago. How long had it been since he had a home though? The traveling caravan wasn’t really a home, more a group of misfits traveling place to place. He was still really bitter about almost everything he owned being lost at sea. His clothes, his belongings, his friends, his life – washed away in one horrible storm. One hand ran over the rocky surface and Marsayis, hearing the sound of footsteps, turned and moved around the outside of the hatching sands. He didn’t turn back to see who was approaching, instead circling around to duck into the opening he’d memorized ever since his arrival. It was the very same door that had all-too-recently been burnt to ash by dragonflame, but the Stands were a priority to be rebuilt with the impending clutch. He slipped in easily, the new wood creaking beneath his feet, and circled near the top of the Stands themselves. It gave him an excellent view of the supposedly smoldering hot sands below – where a clutch would be laid. Didn’t seem that impressive. Hopefully the person who owned the footsteps wouldn’t follow him inside. To his understanding, the Hatching Sands had a lot of bad memories for people.
They had no memories for him. There was one strong advantage of having been in the north his whole life. Nothing at Selenitas meant anything to him, and he really didn’t care if he alienated people by hanging out in what was likely considered akin to a graveyard. Their problem for being hypersensitive. Crouching down, the dark-haired male narrowed his eyes on the queen’s couch and clicked his tongue thoughtfully. What time was curfew again? Did he care? Answer: No. Not really. Oh well.
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Post by midnight on Mar 1, 2010 1:51:12 GMT -5
Meagen walked back unto the sands, for the girl this was definitely a place of rebirth. The young woman was full of pain before - but now, since the battle, she was full of such calm. She had been in such an odd world before. She only saw her love for Mik, and her need to make it known. So much that she wasn't healing. She thought she could heal that way, but it just wasn't healthy. The girl now knew her bath, and she would attend the mind healer lessons. The girls golden eyes turned to the sands before her. Slowly she walked, a calm and long gait. She walked around the extent of the damage.
It smelled of smoke here, and made her think of that day. That day when she had realized she was needing to grow, no longer a child. She was a young woman, and if she wanted to accomplish any of her goals - she had to grow. She knew it was time to allow herself to fully bloom. To no longer hide, as she once had. She didn't notice there was someone else - till just as she made her round to the doorway. She stopped and turned her attention to the feeling of someone being nearby. She looked up, at the sound of boards creaking. Her eyes widening.
There was someone else in here with her! Most people didn't even bother to come here, because it had such an aching reminder to it. But Meagen was not off put, she would damn well remind herself. Every day, every week. She was once such a pitiful being, now she would grow and continue to do so. She had a past to get over, and she would do it as healthily as possible. Without being a burden to those around her. She didn't recognize the man, after the Fight she had learned of a lot of people. "Who is it?" She called out. Her voice wary, and her stance switching to a rather defensive position. She had been so touchy since the Fight.
Her eyes glanced around, to make sure that no one else was there, just her and this person. When had he come in? She had been here for a little bit. Shards, why was she letting her guard down so much? Just after such events had happened, she was slipping again? Complacency was not the answer!
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Post by glamourie on Mar 1, 2010 2:06:47 GMT -5
“They call me the candy man~” Marsayis sing-songed back, primarily because he was irritated; he hadn’t realized there was anyone around but even if he had, it was likely he wouldn’t have initiated conversation. He was fairly certain that telling her his name would have been useless, so he didn’t bother. He settled for the half-answer, and was grateful for the fact that his annoyance didn’t show through into his tone: the only indication in his speaking was mild entertainment. Musical, it was. He had a gift for putting just enough playfulness into his voice to bait people without sounding too nasty. Turns and turns of practice, he had. He was also an accomplished liar but that was another story entirely because he hadn’t lied about much since he came to Selenitas – no one to impress and nothing to lie about, since no one in the South knew about the runaways from Ruatha Hold, fancy that. Though, it was so long ago that no one in the north did either. Hmm. It was a girl, too. What was a girl doing there on the Sands, anyway?
“Sweet, but I don’t come around nearly enough,” he embellished to his initial statement before tilting his head from his spot at the top of the Stands. Hmm. He couldn’t really see her from his perch. On the flip side, he didn’t intend to move: the top of the Stands let him see everything else even if it robbed him of the minute details of people’s appearances. Her voice didn’t sound terribly old though. Possibly one of the riders. Maybe. It didn’t matter, since he probably wouldn’t have treated the female any different regardless of rank. Formalities weren’t anything that Marsayis cared about, and they never had been. People were just… people. “I’m fairly certain my name is useless to you, whoever you are, since I’m positive I haven’t met you. I remember voices even if I can’t see your face from up here.” He remembered voices to know who to avoid. She didn’t need to know that. “I apologize if my arrival has disturbed you.” He wasn’t sorry, and he didn’t care. He was almost always moderately polite (out loud) though, and he wasn’t about to change his way of being. Familiarity was all that he really had left. “For what it’s worth, it’s my intention to sit up here and bother no one; I don’t expect to be much of a burden on you.” He wasn’t leaving, either, nope. Stubborn? Sometimes.
The rules as outlined upon his arrival were pretty simple: Candidates were to not stand for clutches of little menaces that he didn’t want (he didn’t like pets, period – they were annoying), they were to attend lessons (he’d pretend to care), do chores (he’d find some drudge to coax into doing his chores for him), and treat the queen dragons with respect. Since he saw no shiny gold, the latter didn’t apply, but he figured staying off the Sands qualified as being respectful enough. There was some mumbo jumbo about curfew, but it was Sayis’s opinion that if he wasn’t waking people up, it shouldn’t have mattered, and he intended to voice that if the candidate master (who he’d never met and didn’t really know anything about except that he was, apparently, fond of grapefruits if the rumor mill was to be believed) brought the subject up. This logical course of thought dictated that the girl couldn’t force him to leave, unless she was a rider pulling rank. And he’d still probably ignore her.
From how jumpy she seemed (what sort of person blurted that question out so quickly?), though, Marsayis was almost positive that the figure on the sands below was not a dragonrider. Probably just a frightened drudge who was surprised to find someone else in her little place of peace. He didn’t really blame her, but he did blame the wood for creaking under his feet. Curse it. If it hadn’t, he wouldn’t be trapped in a semi-awkward conversation that would probably end very abruptly. Marsayis wasn’t the most talkative of sorts with people he didn’t know unless he had something to gain from them, after all, and he definitely wasn’t interested in babying someone who was very obviously paranoid.
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Post by midnight on Mar 1, 2010 18:18:22 GMT -5
Meagen lowered her hand, a frown coming across her features. Looking quite out of place, if it wasn't for the pink scars marring the females features. They looked a little odd, and made her lips hurt a little when she tried to frown. It was easier to smile, cause she wasn't pulling the scars down then. She had to find Gojji sooner or later, that cat had been missing since the events of the attack, but she knew the cat was around. She woke up to dead birds and critters in her stuff, constantly. Why was the cat gone all the time? Never around when she wanted her to be. But still this was another matter, this male.
"Can-dy Man?" She said in a confused voice. What the shards was this man up to? She frowned as she walked towards the sound of the voice. Getting closer, as he continued to speak. Her amber eyes narrowed a little as she walked up the steps, her feet nearly silent in their placing. She had been here so much, she knew what parts still squeaked. New boards, it meant that the hatching could still happen easily. She blinked rapidly as she looked around her, just to make sure there wasn't anyone else. Which there didn't seem to be. Her attention was drawn as he CONTINUED to talk, STILL. Man this one was a chatter box.
Finally she reached him, and stood, a hand on her hip. "Interesting, thing is... Need your name anyways since it's nice to know the people you live with." She drawled faintly. Watching him through half closed eyes. "Come now, if you are going to be staying here at all, isn't it a tad bit logical that you would need people to know your name." The female said as she stretched to the side a little, pulling her back into alignment with a pop. "Unless of course you are just a visitor, and then it's still important. Cause 'Candy Man' makes you sound a little gay?" She said in a taunting voice. If he could tease and taunt, she could do the same right back. She quirked a brow and then looked him over. "You don't look gay to me."
"Weyrfolk Meagen..." She said as she stuck out her hand. It was polite to intruduce yourself, right?
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Post by glamourie on Mar 1, 2010 18:35:24 GMT -5
Meh. Uninterested. Marsayis did not so much as glance in her direction. His keen hearing followed her movements. Even if the boards didn’t creak, the sounds of shoes moving over wood was enough to indicate her coming up there – which just proved that yes, she wanted to talk. They always wanted to talk. He pushed his hat down to shade his face from view, despite the fact that the hatching sands were rather dark. It helped to obscure his features so that she would not be able to see the eyeroll that followed the realization of her approach. His hands steepled in front of his face, elbows resting on the tops of his knees from his perched position. No indication of acknowledgement was offered toward her, even though he heard her words quite clearly. It wasn’t until she reached his side that he even moved from the comfortable position and then it was more to tilt his head in a brief show of recognition – yes, yes, he knew she was there.
“Is my sexuality a matter of great importance to you, Weyrfolk Meagan?” he inquired without looking at her. “I don’t believe in labels indicating a person’s preferences toward one gender or the other because these can wildly change based on circumstances. For instance, a heterosexual man, say a bronzerider since I’m told they tend to be, could easily perform acts of bisexuality should their dragon manage to catch a green whose rider happens to be male. Similarly, a heterosexual woman could end up bedding another woman as a flight moth, and then there’s the emotional complexities that just add problems to every situation and unnecessary complications that are best to be avoided – frankly, I don’t think labels are adequate. But if it’s a matter of extreme interest to you, as it evidently is, judging from your inquiry, I’ll play: I’m attracted to anything physically appealing, and gender doesn’t necessarily play a part in that for me.” Yes, he was deliberately talking a lot and using big words – ‘Sayis was extremely educated, but more importantly, he was extremely good at coming across as intelligent. His intention was more to alienate her by seeming condescendingly polite. He was hoping that she’d take the bait since she was very obviously trying to pick a fight. Honestly, what woman walked up to a perfect stranger and asked if they were gay? A man no less? That was a good way to get smacked around and doing so was highly tempting.
His head tilted and he looked over his shoulder at the girl, his dark blue eyes settling on her hand as if he thought it diseased. His statements were mostly a lie. While he’d definitely participated in acts of bisexuality, Marsayis didn’t really enjoy it – or find men attractive. He preferred women, gentle, softer, and always had. That wasn’t any of her business and if she thought he was gay maybe he wouldn’t be stuck with a clinger. He did so hate clingy women. Fastest way to become highly unattractive, it was.
As far as his name was concerned, he could be easy to get along with and just tell her, but that really wasn’t his style. He tilted his hat back, long strands of brown hair brushing over the front of his face before he smiled playfully – disguising some of the irritation he felt at being bothered in his brooding. Technically it wasn’t her fault, but her behavior indicated a desire to be left alone. Words and behavior conflicting tended to grate on his nerves quickly. Not that Marsayis was a particularly patient entity to start with – he wasn’t. “I don’t think I know you well enough to live with you, miss, but since names are so important to you… why don’t I let you decide what to call me? I answer well to most anything. Even insults, provided they’re accurate.”
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Post by midnight on Mar 9, 2010 20:21:45 GMT -5
Meagen quirked a brow at him, her lip quirking up at the corner. This one was interesting, if he felt that insulting her was going to get her to go away... He had another thing coming. She leaned to the side a little, taking a more relaxed position. She listened quietly to his little tirade, her eyes watching him quietly. She had learned that speaking shouldn't be done too much, anymore. Because so many problems could arise from talking. Better to keep your mouth closed, then open it and remove all doubt that you were an idiot.
Though this guy here, wasn't an idiot. She she wasn't going to treat him as such. He sounded very intelligent, which was something she hadn't had too much of in a while. Her smirk left as a pensive look overcame the young womans features. What to call him? Fine she was going to pull something out of her ass. What did he look like? Ry? Crys? Hey she kind like that? "How about Ry, then." She said as she shifted a little. "Though I prefer someones proper name to call them by." She said as she looked up, a far off look crossing her features a little.
"So when did you get to Selenitas?" She asked as she sat down, grinning lightly. She kept herself a respectful distance from her. It'd be healthy for her to interact and talk to other people, right? IT wasn't like she had much of a chance of being a Candidate, till she healed. So she might as well make the best of it while she could. Sure she was scared up, but surely people would look past the scars. Besides, they aren't THAT bad. Her scars were simply ten lines that dragged down from under her eyes to her chin. They were pink and fading to whit now. Not really thick, but still there. They made her skin being pulled in certain was a bit painful, but she'd get over it.
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Post by glamourie on Mar 10, 2010 20:40:10 GMT -5
Apparently, she hadn’t understood that he did not care what she called him, and she’d already said that she preferred names but he didn’t intend to tell her his. He just didn’t. Maybe if she hadn’t implied he was gay (no matter how she meant it, it quite offended him that a perfect stranger walked up and had the audacity to say such things), he’d have been more forthcoming – but… eh, being difficult wasn’t unusual for Marsayis. It was kind of second nature. Actually, he was somewhat amused by the fact that she’d actually come up with a name for him rather than just call him ‘hey you’ as was typical (and he answered pretty well to that, all things considered). What a strange female she was. He didn’t comment on it; if she wanted to call him Ry, she could. It made no difference in the grand scheme of things, just as her repeating herself really impacted nothing.
“Not very long ago.” He didn’t bother to claim he was from Selenitas; his fairer skin gave him away as Northern. Moreover, he had a very distinct accent that screamed where he was from – Ruatha. Not that most people from the South could decipher Northern accents – they just appeared foreign. He could tell she was Northern though – her voice gave her away, if her posture hadn’t. Southerners tended to be a lot more… laid back? Easy going? Pathetic? Pick your verbiage. “And yourself? How long have you been at Selenitas?” He didn’t really care, but pretending to was at least polite. Truthfully, he was guessing she’d been there awhile. Most people didn’t walk up to perfect strangers to start conversation without hope of gaining something unless they were Southern. Or maybe… she did hope to gain something? Probably – though he couldn’t imagine what someone like him could offer her. He had no worldly possessions, no marks to speak of, and virtually nothing to offer. Perhaps amusement. Perhaps.
“You sound like you’re from one of the Benden territories, but to be totally blunt, they all sound the same to me. I’m curious – where are you from?” There was a definite note of interest in his voice as he spoke and Marsayis turned, folding his legs under his body as he eyed the girl curiously. She was… not that interesting, but in light of the summer heat and lack of anything better to do, she was at least moderately entertaining. One hand went up to brush the long brown-black bangs from his face so that he could meet her eyes; he preferred to make eye contact when questioning people as it made it more obvious to him when they were lying. And he was pretty good at reading people, all things considered. “And why did you come to Selenitas? Are you a drudge?” She didn’t talk like a drudge but she’d introduced herself as ‘Weyrfolk’ so she had to be something. Crafter, maybe? Hmm.
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