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Post by missa on May 9, 2008 22:27:19 GMT -5
Rielana could honestly not believe she'd been stuck with the most boring of all chores, even working in the kitchens would be better than copying down words that were fading off their old homes. Groaning as she settled Fiel beside her work for someone to talk to, the green weyrling reluctantly started to copy out some of the scrolls. She'd do this for a while, then she'd just... Dust or something, anything better than sitting still.
A while turned out to be one scroll, which was more than enough for Rielana, bouncing to her feet the moment she'd finished the scroll and blowing gently on the ink. It would dry, then she'd come back and do another, unless she forgot. Smiling innocently at Fiel, who was giving her a rather dissaproving look, she shrugged.
"It's boring Fiel, you know I can't sit still that long. Besides, if I'm dusting at least I'm moving." It sounded completely reasonable, and even Jeminorth's snort didn't make her feel any worse.
Your logic does not match that of others. You know that?
Yep! Stating the matter proudly before glancing at the hides she was supposed to be copying. They'd never said what order she had to do things in.
Honestly, once she'd started dusting though, Rielana found it no better. Yes, she was standing and doing something, but that somethign was much less interesting than she'd hoped.
"Fiel, this is boring. How'd we get picked for this?" She whined aloud, pulling a face as she managed to breathe in some of the dust, which only succeeded in making her sneeze. Jeminorth said nothing for a moment before giggling and reminding her rider that it wasn't Fiel who was picked for the task, it was Rielana, and it wasn't the scrolls fault they got dusty with no one reading them for so long. Strangely enough, that was no more reassuring than Fiel's dissaproving chirp. Sneezing again, Rielana glared at the blue,
"This isn't fair. It's torture."
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Post by rippledid on May 16, 2008 10:36:46 GMT -5
Whereas poor candidate Lillvor had the duty of dusting records today. Each time he started, he worked up such a cloud that he coughed himself a fit so hard he had to dust the same shelf again. Allergies? Possibly, he'd been debating the matter the entire time. Easily it could just be how thick the air was with the sent of old paper. Choking, really. The pretty boy had to wonder though, if there were any books of interest to him. Lillvor, while an apprentice to the craft, fancied himself a healer. Healers had a responsibility to learn even some of the old ways. New ways of healing could be discovered through the ways of older times. Surely Selenitas had to have something in it's records - but there were a lot of records, poorly written, and he didn't really have the patience or the time to want to look them over he decided.
And then he heard someone talking. While he'd been back a few shelves, the sound of the only other voice in the entire records room was worth paying attention to. Yes, he was doing his assigned chores, but dusting was boring - getting him dirty, and there was nothing wrong with wanting to say hello to someone. He hadn't even really gotten a chance to meet up with his fellow candidates, if she was even a candidate. Lillvor didn't know, and holdborn was not so sure about this reading knots business. He had yet to learn them.
"I'll trade you!" Lillvor said eagerly, before realizing that he'd probably scared the girl. Spying on someone wasn't a good idea either, not in present times, and he didn't want to frighten her or anything. He held up the rag he'd been dusting with, getting a smack of it in the face, before sneezing and looking apologetic - with an eyetwitch of sorts, to Rielana. "Sorry! I'm beginning to wonder if...I'm allergic.."
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Post by missa on May 19, 2008 3:23:51 GMT -5
"I'll trade you!"
The sound of another person's voice made her jump, glancing at Fiel in surprise, she was almost certain her flitter couldn't talk. No, it hadn't been him, it was... Turning to face the candidate, Rielana smiled brightly, a person! Trade her what? Oh was he going to do the copying? Wasn't he lovely? Rielana would happily do the dusting if she had someone else to talk to.
"Hi! Sure if you want, I got bored copyign, so now I'm dusting, I'll keep dusting if you want to copy?" Another bright smile, Rielana obviously enjoying the sudden company, people were always fun to talk to, always, and it would make the time go so much faster. Jeminorth and Fiel were good to talk to but both grew bored very quickly.
"I'm Rielana by the way, Rie if you like, this is my flitter Fiel-" A pause as she waved a hand at the blue, Fiel chirping in response to his name with a curious look at the boy,
"And rider of Jeminorth."
Why am I the after thought?
A pause as she assured her green she wasn't really an after thought, she'd just been said later that was all, before Rielana focused on the boy again, he was a candidate wasn't he?
"Did you get stuck in here as well? Surely you can't be doing this out of choice?"
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Post by rippledid on May 28, 2008 12:31:43 GMT -5
"Oh. A rider with records duty?" Lillvor said a bit confused until he registered that the other wasn't particularly old. She must have been a - oh what the shell was the word for a rider with a young dragon? And - flitter. Nevermind the dragon he couldn't see or hear - she had a flit! The candidate was instantly aflame with jealousy. He'd never activity tried to get a flit before, but if he supposed he'd actively adore having one. Fiel and Jeminorth - two draconic bondeds, leaving the apprentice healer feeling a tad bid timid. He didn't exactly feel like any of his training with people was special, not with how the woman made him feel with her natural superiority here at the Weyr. "I'm Lillvor of... my parents?" he said with a hint of both joke and jealousy. He smiled though pleasantly and pulled a lock of blond hair behind his ear. "Rielana is a very pretty name, but no - I'm not here by choice. I actually don't do very well with a lot of dust. I keeps making me sneeze a lot, so I'll happily switch to ink!" ((Would add more. Have to leave, sorry  )) |
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Post by missa on Jun 6, 2008 3:38:38 GMT -5
A rider? No not quite, but she supposed it was nice that he thought so. She didn't think she really looked old enough to be a fully fledged rider, but heh, what did she know?
"Nope!" This was stated rather cheerfully as she fought the urge to fidget, talking was nice, but moving was better, "Weyrling, Jemmy and I aren't ready for the ranks yet."
"Would you like to pet him?" Titling her head at him as she lifted Fiel off she shoulder, leaving him clinging to her wrist. Fiel didn't mind strangers, and this boy was no exception, Fiel was quite happy to trill and stretch out to sniff him cheerfully.
"Lillvor." Name was repeated with a soft giggle as he tacked on the last part, shrugging slightly, "Not long ago that was me too." How long ago? It felt like ... Forever really, she couldn't imagine how she'd gotten by without Jeminorth.
Blinking at the compliment to her name, Rielana was momentarily speechless. No one had ever said anything about her name, how odd. The surprise didn't last long though, and she was smiling again soon after,
"Thanks! Lillvor is a cool name too. Really? I'd much rather be up and doing something, so I'll gladly do your dusting if you'll do some of my copying?"
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