Post by flupine on Jun 2, 2008 12:26:34 GMT -5
Celeyn swept into the Main Hall like some sort of Celeyn tornado, purposefully of course, she needed people to realize she was back. She paused just a moment, her body shifting her weight forward, slightly spreading her legs creating a look that dominated the entrance. Taking a moment to let her eyes glide over the room, she was assailed with memories, before and after the hatching. There was where had sat most morning for breakfast. There was the doorway where she had exited to leave the Weyr. That was the seat {Sera's daughter} had sat in.Everything was still here and it was still hard to look at it all. Hardened silver eyes searched through the people in the Hall. It was early morning, the sun had been up but not for too long. This meant the early risers would be finishing breakfast and the late sleepers would be straggling in. Could she have picked a better time to come? Probably. She searched the faces but only recognized a few. Where were the others? All around her fresh new faces sat, but somehow there was a quiet sadness that hung in the air. That clung to their faces. What had happened since she was gone? Where were the riders that had been candidates with her? Where was the bloodline?
Confused and unsure she moved through the Hall quietly, her head held down slightly purposefully trying to look submissive. This was Definitely not the Weyr she had twisted and turned at night dreaming about. The overly loud laughter, the gangly young girls and boys wandering around acting important. Sera... Nothing was the same, it seemed the very air had changed. The Hall seemed somber, the people seemed somber. It was almost like the day she had left right after the death of Sera's daughter. The faces had changed but the worried look was their mixed with something new-fear? Had Shmee been the cause of this? Did her poor leadership cause this? Celeyn could feel the anger crackle to life in her. This was her Weyr, her people. What Happened?
Living at the Hold she stayed as far away from even news about the Weyr, avoiding all talk and leaving when the topic had been brought up. She would not be dragged back into the Weyr even by gossiping. Now she was starting to regret that decision. She felt lost now, like a hold brat taken from home to be dropped at the Weyr to Stand at Sera's digression. Pushing a shaky hand through her hair, she felt anger crawl slowly through her. She, shake? This was her home. She would not be scared of her own home. Lifting the offending hand to eye level, she glared as if that would stop the shakes lifting her head imperiously she walked toward the back, then stopped. Now what?
Celeyn realized that she probably needed to check in but having been born in the Weyr she had no idea where she was suppose to go or who she should talk to. That realization hurt. She was a stranger in her beloved Weyr.
Gulping in a deep breath as if starving for air, she looked around quizzically. She could do this. She just needed some directions. Turning on a come-get-me smile she walked over to the group of people. Blinking to forcibly push back any anger, she gently lowered her chin, moving to stand with her legs crossed slightly. It was alook a confused helplessness. She may not be beautiful but she knew how to get her way. With an apologetic tone she asked:
Ummm... I'm a little lost...? Can you help me?
Confused and unsure she moved through the Hall quietly, her head held down slightly purposefully trying to look submissive. This was Definitely not the Weyr she had twisted and turned at night dreaming about. The overly loud laughter, the gangly young girls and boys wandering around acting important. Sera... Nothing was the same, it seemed the very air had changed. The Hall seemed somber, the people seemed somber. It was almost like the day she had left right after the death of Sera's daughter. The faces had changed but the worried look was their mixed with something new-fear? Had Shmee been the cause of this? Did her poor leadership cause this? Celeyn could feel the anger crackle to life in her. This was her Weyr, her people. What Happened?
Living at the Hold she stayed as far away from even news about the Weyr, avoiding all talk and leaving when the topic had been brought up. She would not be dragged back into the Weyr even by gossiping. Now she was starting to regret that decision. She felt lost now, like a hold brat taken from home to be dropped at the Weyr to Stand at Sera's digression. Pushing a shaky hand through her hair, she felt anger crawl slowly through her. She, shake? This was her home. She would not be scared of her own home. Lifting the offending hand to eye level, she glared as if that would stop the shakes lifting her head imperiously she walked toward the back, then stopped. Now what?
Celeyn realized that she probably needed to check in but having been born in the Weyr she had no idea where she was suppose to go or who she should talk to. That realization hurt. She was a stranger in her beloved Weyr.
Gulping in a deep breath as if starving for air, she looked around quizzically. She could do this. She just needed some directions. Turning on a come-get-me smile she walked over to the group of people. Blinking to forcibly push back any anger, she gently lowered her chin, moving to stand with her legs crossed slightly. It was alook a confused helplessness. She may not be beautiful but she knew how to get her way. With an apologetic tone she asked:
Ummm... I'm a little lost...? Can you help me?