An Awkward Transition (Tags Nucktard)

[yourmom]

This had definitely been the longest sevenday of her life. Kaidie sat in the Dining Hall, with a mug of klah before her and a hide on the table. She was writing a letter to her father. He wanted her to send him a letter ever fortnight, but she didn't even know where to begin. This sevenday had given her such culture shock that she felt as though she were living in another world. Which it pretty much was, Kaidie thought grimly. In this sevenday alone, she had seen parentless children running wild without supervision, heard whisperings of premarital sex and even (she shuddered as she remembered the vivid image in her head) a gay couple in a tight embrace. Yes, she certainly would leave those sorts of details out of this letter! She needn't worry her father. Kaidie was smart enough to stay out of that crude business anyway. Besides, her father would probably dive into a rage and come straight down to Selenitas to rescue Kaidie, and probably send her back home and replace her with one of her brothers to do this work. And shells, she couldn't let that happen. Though she knew she was to be married one day, she couldn't let him ruin her one chance to see the world-- as foul as some of it might be.

Instead, Kaidie outlined the beginning of her quest to buy property for her father. She had begun to ask around (that is, if by asking around meant timidly asking a couple strong-looking men where one might be able to do this whole property-thing), but she'd had no luck so far. Looking for property was harder than Kaidie had anticipated. Now she had begun to see why her father had given her a whole turn to look.

She took a long sip of her klah. It was very much sweetened. She wasn't able to handle the cinnamony taste alone. She sighed. She wasn't even sure if she liked it at the Weyr. Everyone was so different, and she was absolutely terrified of the dragons (and those tiny frilled beastlings, too!), and she hadn't made a single friend. Maybe it was just meant to be that she shouldn't be here. Maybe her father would just let her come home, and maybe he could send one of her brothers in her place. The hope of getting a fire lizard was nothing compared to being home with her friends. Perhaps her future husband would let her have a fire lizard... right? She was sick of being lonely.

[neeuqtar]

((I love describing 'Reine's clothing xD He had SO MUCH of it!!))

In the month since Madhavath had Hatched, the blue had improved at singing... slightly. Madhavath at least could tell the fact that the notes coming out of that blue-violet maw were, in fact, not the notes that had been previously envisioned and which were ringing through the minds of anyone within a dragonlength. The blue had also quadrupled in size over that time period, with a resulting broadening in Madhavath's vocal range. But he could no longer fit inside of the Main Hall, and 'Reine needed... well, a break from the various issues he and Madhavath were developing. Nothing serious of course; just... adjustments, needed for two such flamboyant creatures to live together in peace.

With the weather a little cooler today after a rainstorm, 'Reine was finally wearing all those clothes that he hadn't been able to wear before. Rigging a sort of closet with big plank doorways had (mostly) prevented Pravinth from snorting through his clothing, so his silks were finally un-wrinkled, as they belonged. And 'Reine was loving it. He was quite dolled up today -- three petticoats, the frills just peeking out from under a dark brown layered silk skirt, with a red wrap covering half, tied up with small wooden clips. A dark red silk top, tied off just below the chest, billowed loosely, hiding the fact that he was, well, a he. The sleeved were open along the top, with ties every couple inches. His jewelry was made of dark wood and raw rubies; ruby drops dangled from pierced ears. Dark stockings covered slim legs ending in red slippers, and his makeup was perfect. For once, he matched -- even his hair was put up with wooden sticks tipped in red. Clearly, the outfit had come together.

'Reine slipped into the Dining Hall. It was mostly empty at this hour, but a girl sat at the end of one trestle, sipping a cup of klah. Grabbing a cup of his own, along with a redfruit and several cloth napkins (redfruit was messy), 'Reine sauntered over and slid onto the bench across from her.

"Good morn," 'Reine said pleasantly, sipping his klah. His voice was a light tenor -- high for a man, low for a woman, and altogether androgynous in general. "I'm 'Reine, one of the weyrlings here. Are you new?"