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Post by Lilacdew on Nov 16, 2010 23:18:08 GMT -5
((Anyone and everyone. The Headwoman is still an open position, but until we have somebody for the position, she will be acting as an NPC.)) A basket. Syreaka needed a..basket! Yes. That was it entirely! This chant continued to race through the dark-haired woman’s mind as she darted straight from the candidate barracks towards the main hall. Tearing through the hallways and the bowl, the woman’s stride begged for little tolerance to anything in the way, and as a result, she ran into a few people along the way. With a quick apology muttered to each person, the normally calm candidate finally made it to the lower caverns. She couldn’t even tell you who it was she ran into, and probably couldn’t tell you how many people she ran past. She was just a woman on a mission, and one that would be completed. With that, she finally located the person she was trying to find, “Headwoman! Please, I need a basket and hot furs or sand or..or anything really. Just please..please help me.” Syreaka was breathless as she leaned against the doorway to the room she was at, panting. Conspicuously absent, her green fire lizard that was always upon her shoulder, was nowhere to be seen. The Headwoman blinked, quickly running up to Syreaka and working to get the story from the girl. It wasn’t everyday that you had someone like Syreaka running up like hell’s own demons were after her!
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Post by wildfire on Nov 17, 2010 12:58:41 GMT -5
Ariya saw Syreaka run past her down the hall and tilted her head a bit as she watched her fellow candidate. What the shards was going on with her? Ariya decided to follow out of curiosity. She reached the lower caverns and over heard part of the conversation between Syreaka and the Headwoman. A basket? What did she need a basket for and in such a hurry? Suddenly Ariya remembered that Syreaka had a green firelizard. Her eyes widened a bit. Maybe Deltra was getting ready to lay a clutch.
"Is Deltra okay?" Ariya asked as Circa popped out from between and perched on hers' shoulder with a happy chirp. Probably a stupid question but it was already out. Ariya ran a hand through her hair with a sigh.
"Sorry stupid question. I have a basket you can use if you need one." she said smiling a bit sheepishly.
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Post by Lilacdew on Nov 17, 2010 13:44:47 GMT -5
Syreaka was bent in heated discussion with the Headwoman, who was steadily trying to calm the distraught woman down. It took but moments for the clever woman to figure out what was going on, and with a pat on Syreaka's shoulder, the Headwoman walked off to get the supplies Syreaka needed as the candidate finally sighed. Ok, this was definitely moving along better than it had when she had received the start she had been given but moments before. Reaching up to smooth her hair back from her head, Syreaka sighed, knowing that for once, she wasn't quite looking her best and suddenly felt self concious for it. Well, it didn't matter. She'd wait for the basket, then do what was right and move on with it. It was quite simple as that. Decided on the matter, Syreaka was startled when Ariya spoke up behind her. She jumped just a bit and turned about, tilting her head to the side while focusing her pointed gaze on her fellow candidate. It took a moment for her to remember who it was that was before her due to how much she had on her mind, and she spoke in a disjointed sense, "Huh? Oh-wha-..Yes. Yes, Deltra is fine. I just have to act quickly, I don't really have much of a choice." Syreaka rubbed the back of her head with a sigh, glancing back around the room almost impatiently for the Headwoman, "She already laid her clutch. If I don't move quickly, I won't be able to keep the eggs warm. But the Headwoman said not to worry." A clever minded drudge quickly appeared, handing Syreaka a cup of Klah. The woman began to pace back and forth, sipping idly from the cup.
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Post by agriasnesme on Nov 17, 2010 16:31:23 GMT -5
J'tan's day had been quite full, it seemed. His eyes, tired and worn as they were, roved endlessly over the halls of the Weyr as he wended his way through the lower caverns towards the kitchens. He didn't feel like dealing with Lecarth's endless ribbing considering the earlier events of the day, and a cup of klah and a bowl of stew were right on the menu, in his mind.
His sensitive ears picked up the sound of a minor dust-up, and consummate dragonrider that he was, he picked up his pace and scanned the area, noticing R'elm's niece, Syreaka, and another candidate discussing a clutch. His sharp eyes picked up a curious absence, that of Syreaka's green fire lizard, and he instantly knew what was going on. Finding a drudge, he quietly requested a cup of klah, and suggested another be given to Syreaka.
His orders were quickly followed, and as Syreaka began her pacing, he cleared his throat to speak up.
"I do hope it's not something the Weyr cannot handle, Syreaka. Do you need any help?
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Post by Briarwind on Nov 17, 2010 17:27:30 GMT -5
Thump! "Sorry!" "Oi!" Rhiskyraenen cursed, whirling to glare after the curtain of black hair disappearing down the hall. What kind of sharding imbecile went running through a Weyr without even a by-your-leave? Honestly, it took some gall. The retreating back looked oddly familiar, really. Somehow, Rhiskyraenen was sure he'd seen that sleek form somewhere before. Perhaps a drudge he'd worked with? When she shot down a side hall, he caught a glimpse of her face and cursed. Threaka's girl!? She'd seemed so ... decent, before. Must be her mother coming out in her. Well, that wasn't going to fly, here! He thought they'd agreed, Bivium first! A little decency wasn't beyond the great Threaka's daughter, even if her mother couldn't be bothered to be civil. Perhaps expecting her to show some sense might be unrealistic - he'd heard the outlandish nonsense some of the girls under that lunatic's rule spouted - but politeness was not an unreasonable expectation. Well, they'd just see about this. Setting off at a (far more considerate) jog, Rhiskyraenen trailed after her, and it quickly became clear that her destination was the kitchens. There were only so many places she could have been going, down this way. 'The kitchens! Really, what is the point of racing like thread is nipping your heels for the kitchens ?' he mused irritably to himself. As he emerged into the cavernous room, however, it quickly became apparent that he wasn't going to be able to approach her directly. That Eastern dragonman who'd been arguing with M'tak was there, and some girl he couldn't place, chittering like old wherries. Well, alright, that might have been a bit uncharitable, but certainly, he wasn't going to get away with scolding her in front of the dragonman. He may not have a very high opinion of any man who allowed a lunatic like Threaka to govern him, but he technically outranked Rhiskyraenen, and the candidate was well aware of that fact. Sighing, he folded his arms over his stomach and scowled in Syreaka's direction, arching an eyebrow at her.
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Post by Lilacdew on Nov 17, 2010 17:40:22 GMT -5
Syreaka continued to impatiently pace about, biting her lip as she moved back and forth, hands still trained to the cup in her fingers. Her normally keen gaze alerted those standing about her that she was more distracted than anything. Her slender, pale fingers tapped lightly along the sides of the cup before she finally stopped her moving enough to look up in surprise to find J'tan there. Where had he come from? Well, it probably didn't really matter. The dark-haired woman looked up at the older dragonrider and sighed, bringing her heels together as she said, "I'm sure the Weyr can help. But if I don't move quickly, some chit or another will knock over the eggs, or step on them or something. Which is why I'm in such a hurry. That and...Deltra's a green. We all know they're not precisely the most motherly firelizards." She pursed her lips, bouncing in impatience for a moment before she looked over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the Headwoman once more, "A safe place to put them though, would be appreciated. I stumbled on them..and it's not a huge clutch, but it's not small and I'd like to see them taken care of. This is the first time Deltra's ever lain one where I was available to get at it." The girl didn't even quite see Rhiskyraenen until he stood, almost feeling as though he were looming over her even though he wasn't close. She took a second glance at the man, a look of confusion crossing her face as though she couldn't quite place why he was there. Giving him a look of askance, as though the glance alone could explain, she sighed. However, she pushed the thoughts aside before she looked up at J'tan once more, "Once I have them safely placed, I can worry about who can get one and who doesn't. But if they are destroyed cause I didn't act quickly, I couldn't forgive myself."
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Post by Lilacdew on Nov 17, 2010 22:40:24 GMT -5
Taliene was following the noises. It hadn't taken long for her to know what was up, and Treble was certainly active in helping her figure it out. The harper was dressed in Harper blue as usual, swatat the firelizard flitting about in the air with a light smile. It was then that she'd look up at the person walking beside her from time to time, a light grin on her face as if they were chatting cheerfully. Reaching back to tug on her braid, they rounded the corner into the room with all the comotion, and she blinked. But moments later, a green firelizard appeared next to her bronze, flitting about in the air as the harper's keen eyes scanned the crowd, "Ah! Syreaka, there you are. I have what you were looking for." Taliene smiled cheerfully, still beside the man who was clearly a dragon rider, pointing down to the basket he held.
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Post by Little Ebony on Nov 17, 2010 22:58:43 GMT -5
((Lilacdew approves everything I do in this post >:3))
It had certainly turned out to be one Sharding day. He was not having a good time of it, either. He wouldn't go into any of the details with anyone, but nearly stepping on a firelizard egg only to be surprised by the Weyr Harper had been more than enough to sour his mood. Of all the irresponsable, foolish, conceited, stupid... He shook his head as he missed what Taliene was saying and focused his attention back upon her. It wouldn't do him any good to let himself get riled up and angry before he knew exactly who was responsable for this mess.
Then they would be in trouble.
They rounded a corner into on of the kitchen rooms and suddenly their conversation ended. It was broken by the commotion of a green firelizard and his Lucia giving and indignant squeak, soon followed by angry and berating clicks. As Lach's eyes searched the room they eventually landed on Syreaka. He knew then, who'd left the eggs, and who was to blame.
"Syreaka..." he rumbled, anger belying his tone and the r's of her name rolling in a fashion dangerously close to a growl. "I should have guessed." he shifted the basket in his arms.
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Post by Lilacdew on Nov 17, 2010 23:19:21 GMT -5
Syreaka began pacing again, waiting for her reply from J'tan as she earnestly tried to speak before she blinked as Taliene spoke her name. She turned, recognition in her eyes, "Taliene! You..Wait...you did?" The woman looked confused before her attention was caught by L'chlan, his growl unmistakable. It was his reaction that set her off, because her eyes immediately sank to the basket in his arms and she frowned, "What are you doing with Deltra's eggs?!" Syreaka scowled up at him, the dangerous tone in his voice matched by the stubborn one in hers before she looked over at Taliene in surprise once more, "Where were you?"
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Post by Briarwind on Nov 17, 2010 23:51:00 GMT -5
Rhiskyraenen straightened when the Eastern rider walked in. He didn't know the man's name, but he had at least seen all the Western riders often enough to know on sight that this man had to be from Eastern. The growling tone he took with Syreaka, and that he knew her name, furthered his belief in this notion, and Rhiskyraenen began to feel severely outnumbered with all the Eastern-born people milling about the kitchens. The growl was enough to make his brow arch in curiosity, however. The daughter of Thyreaka wasn't thought of as a lesser goddess by her own people? Now that was truly a thing of beauty. A bit of amusement burbled through his irritation at the woman. She must have plowed into him, too - and he had the rank to put her in her place in front of another rider. It wasn't until Syreaka snapped at him about Deltra's eggs that he realized that wasn't likely the case at all, and his amusement shifted, brow pulling into a low, curious frown as he watched the exchange. The man did, indeed, have a basket full of eggs with him, and he well remembered Deltra from his first encounter with the lovely not-quite-enemy. If they were Deltra's, and Syreaka did not know why he had them ... This was becoming interesting very, very quickly.
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Post by wildfire on Nov 18, 2010 15:11:39 GMT -5
Ariya nodded at Syreaka's answer. So Deltra had lain a clutch where the young woman was able to get to it. That explained her anxiousness and why she'd been running down the hall. She quietly requested a cup of klah from a drudge as Syreaka began pacing. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell the girl to calm down when an older rider arrived and spoke to her. Syreaka seemed really just ready to get out of there and take care of the eggs. Ariya didn't blame here. A frown flickered across her face at the arrival of the other candidate who seemed rather upset then a harper arrived with a basket of eggs.
"Well at least they weren't taken by someone else." she pointed out. Circa gave a curious chirp but stayed on Ariya's shoulder. What would be done with the eggs now? Ariya wouldn't mind taking one when they were ready of course. She'd just have to see what happened.
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Post by Little Ebony on Nov 18, 2010 21:26:26 GMT -5
L'chlan's frown deepened at Syreak'a reaction. Hardly fitting for someone who'd just left eggs unattended, where anyone could just step on them. "I have them because some wherryheaded girl left them unattended where anyone-- including myself-- could have stepped on them." he scowled and you could tell exactly what he was thinking, and it was hardly anything nice. He moved across the room and set the basket on the table carefully, taking in the rest of the people in the room before he gave Syreaka a look that said that is not the last you're going to hear about this, which wasn't to say he wasn't going to berate her more here, rather that he had things he was going to berate her for in private, too.
"Of course, the Candidatemaster, J'tan, and M'tak, are going to be informed. I'm sure you will be looking forward to many extra chores in the week to come." he took a seat at the table he'd set the eggs at and motioned to the eggs. "I almost stepped on them while walking down by the water's edge. You have Taliene to thank that I didn't." he gave the Harper a curl of his lips that was the most of a smile anyone was likely to get from him. "I looked them over on the way here. They seem to be in fine condition and just hard enough to be giving out. And not a cracked egg among them. Though with a Green's clutch a few are likely to be duds..." An unfortunate truth.
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Post by Lilacdew on Nov 18, 2010 21:57:26 GMT -5
Syreaka was quiet for a moment. She listened fully to what J'tan said as the tension left her shoulders as her gaze and stance completely cooled. Appearing almost deliberately calm, her gaze met L'chlan's with all the smoothness of someone who might almost have been nobility. She took a moment to take a deep breath before glancing over at the Harper, over at J'tan, than finally back at L'chlan. Her stance completely changed. Her shoulders switched back and she stood straighter as she stared the older dragonrider before her smooth voice spoke, filling the air with a level of deceptive calm, "Then I shall thank her indeed, and do so properly later. However, I do not believe it is entirely my fault. Deltra was on orders to stay, and I was with them for quite a while while I waited for Harper Taliene. I stood there for well over an hour before I took off to here. I was very worried they'd cool too much, despite how warm and relatively hard they are. If this is a crime, than I believe we shall have to persecute anyone who has ever found a clutch laying upon a beachfront. However, I am grateful there are no cracks in the eggs, and duds or not, I still intend entirely to take care of them as well as I can." Syreaka cooly turned to look over Taliene before giving the woman a proper bow, "I thank you, for the preservation of Deltra's eggs, however." There was a cool anger burning deep in her chest, and for some reason, it was empowering more than anything else. It felt almost like in this sense of disjointed feeling, she could achieve anything at all.
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Post by Lilacdew on Nov 18, 2010 22:12:01 GMT -5
Taliene watched the interchange, looking over at the basket as it was settled, and leaned over to check it out. She brushed the sand from the top, inspecting the eggs as she touched them gently as she could before brushing the sand back over the eggs, "Syreaka, the eggs are still warm. But, I'll admit I'd have done the same thing you did." The harper then looked incredibly sheepish at the time frame spoken, her expression making it clear that it actually was truth once it occured to her how long it really had been, "I suppose I hadn't realized how much time it had taken. I had to travel into the back of the storage rooms to find the basket, admittedly...." Treble chirruped from where he was curled upon the table, flicking his tail slightly back and forth, glancing inquisitively at all those gathered before he trilled. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he certainly liked the eggs, and returned his attention to them.
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Post by agriasnesme on Nov 19, 2010 21:40:03 GMT -5
J'tan eyed L'chlan up and down, shaking his head softly. His Wingsecond had been in a bad mood, it seemed, but then, J'tan couldn't blame him. His own dealings with Western's Wingleader that day had left him wishing the Healers had a way of curing an unpleasant temperament. He chortled lightly to himself as he sipped at his klah, raising his voice just so slightly so that everyone in the room could hear.
"Well, I'm glad the emergency is over, Syreaka, and there won't be any extra chores that I know of. I got my Ferret and Hunter out of a beach-borne clutch, if I remember what R'elm told me about the little darlings."
He smiled easily, but firmly at his Wingsecond.
"L'chlan, how is the wing settling in?"
It wasn't the most subtle way of reminding his 'second that there were more important matters than beating Threaka and S'elm's daughter with should've-would've-could've, but L'chlan didn't need subtlety, in most cases. J'tan dearly hoped he didn't have to pull rank after the day he'd had. All that was left of his day would be to run into that damnable smith, the drunkard with the outlandish tales.
Oh, you don't have to worry. The whers here say he's at the Collegium, now, Jetmine.[/b] J'tan pinched the bridge of his nose. That was just his luck to share an island with Searhiordan.[/color]
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