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Post by midnight on Mar 27, 2008 15:08:03 GMT -5
Zyoshvor had already unpacked his things and settled in to his room, and now he was hungry. He decided to go find the dining hall and get a bite to eat. The Weyr seemed huge, and he ended up wandering quite a bit, so he was starving once he finally stepped into the dining hall.
And then, he froze.
There were people everywhere. And he didn't know a single one of them. The world swum around him, faces melding in to one another, swirling into one big huge "I don't know you." He suddenly found it impossible to move. Then, his stomach grumbled, and he blushed.
Okay, Zy, just get your food and sit down somewhere, he told himself. Uncertainly, he moved towards the line, deciding to concentrate on part 1 first. He had no idea where he was going to sit, so he just wouldn't think about it yet.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Mar 28, 2008 1:17:07 GMT -5
"No, I didn't say that." Mutasim glared at Z'hin, until the brownweyrling was forced to look away. But then the older boy's eyes flashed up in defiance. "So what if I think you're overreacting? It's the barracks. Just because your old bunkmate is gone doesn't mean you'll get to keep everything to yourself. And maybe it's good that they don't allow you to be completely isolated. Did you think of that?"
The small boy tugged at the collar of his coat, the which covered most of Jabari's brown hide. He watched his friend closely, noting the layer of perspiration on Z'hin's upper lip and politely ignoring it. Mutasim was antisocial and paranoid. The brownweyrling actually had a major problem with crowds, such that it wasn't unlikely for the man to swoon. They had a tacit agreement to help each other overcome this behavior - and also to make sure that the other ate, as they both habitually ignored that particular need. It only made sense to come to the dining hall together. Blinking, Muta caught Z'hin's nod, following his gaze to the boy behind them in line. He shook his head. No. Definitely not.
The brownweyrling grinned that aggravating grin of his and grabbed Mutasim's arm, dragging the much smaller boy toward the bunkmate Muta had been stolidly avoiding since whoever he was arrived. The candidate seriously reconsidered his friendship with Z'hin at that moment. It was, after all, the only thing preventing the boy from stabbing the weyrling. Life would be so much easier without friends.
"Hello there. Zyoshvor, isn't it?" Muta shot Z'hin a surprised look, but the weyrling ignored it. Trust his friend to go out of his way to find out who Mutasim's bunkmate was. The candidate sure hadn't bothered. Almost made him feel bad. Almost. "I'm Z'hin, lesser half of brown Jessereth. And this here is your bunkmate, Muta." Lovely. Using his familiar name as an introduction? The boy barely suppressed a glare. "Thought you might want to get to know each other." The silence dragged out for a couple of seconds, before Mutasim received an elbow to the ribs.
"Yeah," he muttered, balancing his tray on one hand to extend the other to this Zyoshvor. Not much that he could do about it now, eh? And he supposed it might be interesting to find out if this arrangement was even going to be liveable..."You can eat with us, if you want."
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Tashe
Shiny Hoarder
Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Apr 1, 2008 1:20:45 GMT -5
Bouncing on the balls of her feet as she retrieved her food from the kitchen, the raven headed female quietly made a face at a specific portion of her meal. "Hunny, you be grateful you are gettin' somethin' to eat! I might jus' think one day not to prepare the meal, an' then where wouldya be?!" Sighing unhappily as the overly marry, head cook chastised her for not wanting the greensprouts, the Greenweyrling snuck an extra piece of bread from the pan to eventually wash the sprouts down. Shivering slightly at the actual thought of swallowing them, Gina jumped out of line as soon as she had procured a goblet of watered down Klah. When it was this time of day, the powerful drink just had way to much kick for her to drink without it being diluted, it would have kept her hyper for the rest of the day. Somehow finding an empty table off to the side, the Junior Weyrling plopped her plate down with a soft clatter before sitting down in one of the empty seats.
"Oh no." Pulling her cloth bag onto the table from around her neck, Gina began to root through her bag, only to pull out a Green Firelizard. Although the young woman had in fact been looking for a Green Firelizard, this wasn't HER Green Flitter. "Viveer! What the sharding shells are you doing here? Where is Argyle?!" Giving up on trying to communicate with the young green, Gina placed her on the table, giving her the simple command to stay and protect. Sliding out of her seat unhappily, the raven headed woman nearly stumbled backward into the table as she was hit by her flitter as she returned to her with a piece of meat in her mouth. "Argyle you little Green Firelizard you are so... so in trouble." Huffing in frustration, Gina looked back to the line from which she had just come from, and was glad to see one of her few friends. Waiting until he turned out toward the crowd, which happened to not be that often, the Greenweyrling motioned to Mutasim to come over to her table when he was done. "Well I haven't talked to him in a while..."
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