I appologize for your Rudeness (Tag Orena)

[mc16neo]

Kegin had thought about what Akki had told him. Though he knew it wasn't his fault he wanted to know what her problem with him was. He joked with her and she was fine with him till he said that last statement of having worse to worry about. So Kegin decided to find her. To confront her and ask why she treated him like that. Kegin looked everywhere he could. He wanted to find her. Wanted answers.

Kegin looked from the Weyr bowl to the Lake, finally deciding to see if she would find him. Maybe if he called to her flit he might hear him. "Nemesis can you hear me? If you can will you tell Orena I would like to talk to her." he said out loud. He felt like a fool for talking to the air. But he had no other clue on what to do. What could he do? He didn't have a flit of his own.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Naturally, like all other flitters on the planet, Nemisis was completely oblivious to the call of one lone boy whom she did not look to. Cheeping and fluttering her wings over her back in a playful manner, she was chasing the end of a piece of cloth back and forth across the ground as Orena worked. She was busily trying to make an attractive new shirt in rich colors for her new friend, completely unaware that the end of the ruffle she was attaching was hanging loose where Nemisis could bat it around.

"I think this will really set off her eyes, don't you think?" Orena said, even though she knew the flitter could not answer - nor did she particularly care how a shirt would set off anyone's eyes. Silly flitter. Chewing on the corner of a bottom lip, Orena screwed her nose up and pulled on the strip of cloth to create another pucker to stitch into place, creating another ripple in the ruffle. It wasn't the traditional way of gathering a ruffle - it was more of a pleating action rather than a true gather. But it also had a slightly different look, to which Orena was trying to aspire. The two types of method produced different effects on the clothes.

But it was in trying to pull the cloth up and discovering it was rather securely weighted to the floor got her attention quick enough. Half twisting around and looking down past her own shoulder, she saw the flitter squatting there, both front feet on the end of the strip, play-snarling at it while whipping her shiny tail back and forth, wing membranes buzzing. "Nemisis!!! Don't-! Ohhh, what have you done

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Admin's Note:[/hr]" Orena despaired, dropping her work and snatching at the flitter, trying to extract the creature's talons from the fabric. "Ohhh!! You ruined it! Now I'm going to have to trim it shorter!!! You awful creature!" despite how she should be mad, she couldn't help but laugh as Nemisis continued to be playful. She couldn't stay mad at her beloved pet when the creature was so happy. Making tiny 'grr' noises, Nemisis stuffed a corner into her teeth and bit on it, shaking her little head back and forth.

[mc16neo]

Kegin still felt stupid for calling out to a random flit. He knew how the boding of a Flit was in kin to a bond with a dragon. Only one could hear the other. Nobody could interfere with that connection. He sighed and decided to continue running around to find her. His legs were strong and could carry him for as long as he needed to find her. He would not allow a girl to get away with insulting him. But unlike most guy's pride, he would not yell nor would he insult in return.

His own code of pride called for him to be calm and rational. To ask questions rather then demanding answers. He didn't want to scare her off once more. As he was running he heard a familiar voice scolding someone or something. He stopped running and looked at where it was coming from. His breathing was heavy and he looked at the pair. "There you are." he said. He stood straight and took a deep breath to calm himself once more.

He looked at Orena with neutral eyes. He was sure to keep his body posture nonthreatening. "Hello Orena. Do you remember me? may I join you?" he asked politely. Kegin looked at her and then smiled once he noticed her flit. Still living up to her name he saw. "I only wanted to ask you a few questions about the last time we met." He smiled and her and continued to try and be polite. He was trying to keep calm and think of anything that would open her up to talking to him.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Orena looked up when she heard Kegin's voice, and she released Nemisis upon seeing who it was that had arrived. "Yeah, I remember you." She confirmed, a bit edgy already. Which completely killed any playfulness that Nemisis had been displaying. The copper hissed, and then scurried around behind Orena. She didn't know why hers was edgy, but it didn't take much to set the flitter off on a whole other extreme tangent of expression.

"What do you want to know?" Orena asked in return, simply. She'd rather thought the whole thing had been self indicative.

[mc16neo]

Kegin looked at her with a lifted brow. His eyes moved over her body. He saw tention in her arms and legs. She wanted to run again. Her eyes showed she didn't like him. "I just wanted to know why you ran from me last time. We were enjoying each other's company I thought. I mean you were laughing. You seemed nice. So then why did you look terrified of me and ran away?"

Kegin wanted to fix things. He didn't want her to not like him because of a misunderstanding. If she hated him he at least wanted it to be for a good reason. So then why was she being so hard on him now. What was going on? He wanted to show her he was a nice guy. A guy that could be trusted or at least given a chance to be liked.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Why? You want to know why?" Orena asked, setting aside the shirt and straightening. Nemisis disappeared between, though there was no real idea where she might have gone. "You go around making statements like maybe you've killed people, when there are murders happening right and left, and you expect people to not get twitchy around you? Go around being so very forward, when it's not proper? You never ask a girl to hop in a bath with you! Not unless you're married, and have been for awhile!! And then you go and do something so strange as start stripping and showing off all your battle scars. OOOOOoooooh. Not helping your image, buddy." Orena informed him, jabbing a finger in his direction. "I don't know who you are, Kegin. I don't know what you've done. I also do not aim to find out the hard way! You scared me, of course I left! What did you expect me to do? Sit there and get all fluttery-eyed?" She scoffed, and crossed her arms over her chest.

The only reason she dared to even say such things, instead of discreetly finding somewhere else to be was because she was in the Weyr this time, and there were other people within eyesight. Not terribly far away. Which significantly reduced her fear. While not the most stout of lasses, she was fairly certain the Weyr looked out for its own. She was willing to bet marks to fractions that he knew that, too.

[mc16neo]

Kegin looked at her surprised. She was completely wrong about him. "I never said anything about me killing someone. I didn't even know that murders were happening. And I didn't strip. I only took off my tunic to wring it out. to get it dry enough to be comfortable. The only thing I said was that i had worse things to worry about then a broken nose. And for your information, even though you really don't deserve to know, I am ashamed of the scars on my back. I hate the memories they bring to mind when I see them or people ask about them." Kegin kept his voice calm even though he wanted to yell at her.

"The only thing I expected honestly was to be talked to. I am forward and i say things as I see them. I am honest and hard working. That is all I am. I scared you? I am afraid to close my eyes every night. I hate flits because I am afraid of them. I am afraid they might be talking and telling where I am. I was insulted when you ran from me. You were the one that jumped on me. You are the first gil around my age I have been able to talk to. So excuse me for not knowing how to act. I am sorry I even bothered to spend that time with you. Now I see that everyone in this Sharding Weyr are all the same." Kegin looked at her and felt hurt at someone he didn't even know. He turned his back on her and was about to leave. He kind of hoped she would say something. Or at least try to understand.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Orena shrugged as he turned around, and picked up the shirt she was working on, and looked at it. If nothing else he'd proved one thing to her: he was completely and totally immature and was highly desperate for attention. If he wished to over react like that and pitch a tantrum before stalking off, that was fine by her. It wasn't her fault he was socially inept. Nor could she change it, regardless of what she did or said. The only thing she could manage by him was to get dragged down into his pit. Not something she had in mind to do; she wanted to Impress and be a dragonrider!

Gathering up her needles and thread balls, she stuffed them into her pockets, folding the shirt neatly and placing it under an arm before reaching to pick up the small pillow she had been sitting on. Thus collected, she walked away herself, disappearing into the lower caverns with nary a word said.

[mc16neo]

Kegin knew she wasn't going to talk to him. He heard her leave and felt a bit dropped. "Coward." He said. Though he was sure none would hear he didn't care. If she didn't want to know anything then let her be afraid of those silly things. Death would be a blessing from what he knew. But there was none he could share it with.

Kegin left her headed anywhere else. He decided it best to be alone for a while. What else was he to do. He needed to be alone so he wouldn't take his frustration out on any passing person he saw. Kegin went to the weyr bowl and decided he would work it out of his system by running.