Post by Sebz on Mar 22, 2011 20:40:43 GMT -5
Casiloy was bored. This was extremely unusual for the hyper candidate, he was always on the go. But for some reason, today, he had absolutely no idea how he was going to entertain himself.
He had arrived at Selenitas a few days prior, and had made quite an entrance by wandering into the kitchens and accidentally setting the loaves of bread that were freshly baked on fire, successfully smoking out the workers.
Oops.
Despite that one unfortunate event, he had failed to make a splash in the weyr, failing to catch the attention, or even meet any of his fellow candidates. And that was not ok. He had spent a good deal of times conversing with various dragons, but apparently they all were in on a joke that involved pretending not to hear him speaking to them.
Very funny you all, he thought loudly so all the dragons in the vicinity would hear him. It was good to know dragons had a good sense of humor.
If he was going to be a WeyrwoMAN in the future, he absolutely had to know everybody and learn the inner workings of the Weyr. Casiloy looked down at the coin in his palm, admiring the way it gleaned as light hit it. Before he flipped it in the air and caught it. Pocketing it, he smiled. Perhaps it was time to make some acquaintances.
The plan was so simple, and yet it was sure to work. Donning a jumper and pulling on some tight fitting pants underneath, he snatched some supplies he found in the candidate barracks and set to work. It took the better half of the afternoon (he kept getting distracted by the dragon's vibrant collars that were on full display while they basked in the sun) but he finally completed his work.
“Kissing Booth” was printed neatly across the top of his masterpiece, and he dragged it to the front of the main hall's entrance, just in time for dinner, where he would demand a kiss from every person who wanted to enter the vicinity. Of course they could always walk around... but Casiloy was sure that absolutely everybody would be thrilled with the chance to get rather intimate with the admittedly, at least in Casiloy's current aperal, rather feminine looking candidate.
Sitting behind his makeshift booth he crossed he folded his hands so his fingers were intertwined, and began batting his eyes at every passerbyer, loudly proclaiming the price one must pay to enter the main hall and retrieve their supper.
He had arrived at Selenitas a few days prior, and had made quite an entrance by wandering into the kitchens and accidentally setting the loaves of bread that were freshly baked on fire, successfully smoking out the workers.
Oops.
Despite that one unfortunate event, he had failed to make a splash in the weyr, failing to catch the attention, or even meet any of his fellow candidates. And that was not ok. He had spent a good deal of times conversing with various dragons, but apparently they all were in on a joke that involved pretending not to hear him speaking to them.
Very funny you all, he thought loudly so all the dragons in the vicinity would hear him. It was good to know dragons had a good sense of humor.
If he was going to be a WeyrwoMAN in the future, he absolutely had to know everybody and learn the inner workings of the Weyr. Casiloy looked down at the coin in his palm, admiring the way it gleaned as light hit it. Before he flipped it in the air and caught it. Pocketing it, he smiled. Perhaps it was time to make some acquaintances.
The plan was so simple, and yet it was sure to work. Donning a jumper and pulling on some tight fitting pants underneath, he snatched some supplies he found in the candidate barracks and set to work. It took the better half of the afternoon (he kept getting distracted by the dragon's vibrant collars that were on full display while they basked in the sun) but he finally completed his work.
“Kissing Booth” was printed neatly across the top of his masterpiece, and he dragged it to the front of the main hall's entrance, just in time for dinner, where he would demand a kiss from every person who wanted to enter the vicinity. Of course they could always walk around... but Casiloy was sure that absolutely everybody would be thrilled with the chance to get rather intimate with the admittedly, at least in Casiloy's current aperal, rather feminine looking candidate.
Sitting behind his makeshift booth he crossed he folded his hands so his fingers were intertwined, and began batting his eyes at every passerbyer, loudly proclaiming the price one must pay to enter the main hall and retrieve their supper.
