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Post by Kandarra on Jan 12, 2010 23:25:05 GMT -5
Jerodyn bristled at the "How interesting!" comment. Curse my parents, she thought, for giving me a boy's name.
She snorted after Orena finished talking. This girl was just too much. "Interesting how?" she asked, curious to see what this Orena thought was interesting. It always amazed her, some of the stuff that other people took interest in. Jerodyn herself took interest in people, and drawing them, and exploring.
She turned her head back to look at the eggs. Her eyebrows lifted in amazement. Why, that one egg was humongous! Not that she'd ever seen dragons' eggs before, but it must be at least twice the size of the largest of the other eggs. She wondered what kind of monster dragon was going to emerge from that one come Hatching time.
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Jan 13, 2010 1:00:46 GMT -5
Orena felt it when Jerodyn bristled. She leaned away a bit, and stared at the other girl with wide eyes for a moment, before blinking and looking at the eggs again. uhhhhhhh... Apparently someone was real twitchy about their name. "It's got a 'y' in it." She answered cheerfully, trying to smooth those razor barbs bouncing out of Jerodyn's aura. "I always wanted a 'y'. I never did manage to convince my mum to give me a 'y', though. She said she couldn't, cause neither mum nor pa had a 'y' to give me. I mean... 'Orena' is so plain ... it would be much more interesting if it was 'Oryna'. Don't you think?" She asked, adding emphasis to make the change in vowel prominent when she said it.
"I take it you don't like your name?" She asked, demurely, looking at Jerodyn again, with a slightly sad expression. She thought it was pretty...
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Post by Kandarra on Jan 13, 2010 1:09:16 GMT -5
Jerodyn turned her head back to Orena only to have her ears talked clean off. This girl was a chatterbox, alright. Sorting through all of what she had said, she couldn't help but smile a little at how goofy she was. She rather disagreed about the girl's name pronounced with a 'y', but she didn't say anything because she knew the other girl was probably just trying to make her feel better.
"It's a boy's name," she said in reply. "I am, quite obviously, not a boy. And just about every time I introduce myself to someone, they say 'Oh, Jerodyn? Say, isn't that a boy's name?'" She sighed. "So, while it's not a bad name, I get rather annoyed at constantly having to defend it."
She stopped talking for a moment to glance again at the eggs. Then she asked, just to confirm her suspicions, "Is one of those women standing over there by the queen the Headwoman?"
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Jan 13, 2010 1:21:04 GMT -5
"Oh." So that was why she was twitchy. "Honestly, that never crossed my mind." Orena said, soberly. "I suppose if you wanted you could always give yourself a nick. Lots of people do it ... especially here, I think. You could go by... hmmm..." Orena fell silent to think about it a bit. "Rody? Jeri? Dyn?" She suggested. "I like Rody, myself." She nodded, firmly, before smiling at her.
Attention redirected to the sands, Orena looked the people out there over, before shrugging nonchalantly. "I have no idea, honestly." She didn't know very many people at all yet. Much less who was headwoman... or what exactly the headwoman did for a living. Head up other women? Or behead people? That was a scary thought ...
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Post by Minajerie on Jan 13, 2010 17:32:34 GMT -5
R'khol gave her a tight smile. "It's quite all right, Christae. These things happen... I'll see you later then."
When he was released he turned slowly and started to walk carefully away. He made sure he gave any eggs in his vicinity a wide berth, and made no sudden movements. Perhaps if he was extremely considerate he might get a better look at them later. But for now, he was content to look on from afar and hear the thrumming pride through the link with his dragon.
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Post by Kandarra on Jan 14, 2010 20:51:51 GMT -5
Despite her own anti-social tendencies, Jerodyn found herself warming to this girl. She was so genuine, and had such a nearly-childlike enthusiasm about her that she was hard not to like. "Some of my friends back at the Hold called me Jeri," she offered, "though you may call me any of those nicknames, or just Jerodyn. I'm sure I'll learn to answer to whatever you decide is appropriate." She had adopted a teasing tone on that last, surprising even herself. Already she was feeling more comfortable here, which she most definitely had not expected.
She saw one of the women she had noticed earlier out on the Sands with a man, and she decided that must be the Weyrwoman and the Weyrleader. So, as she thought, the other woman must be the Headwoman. "I think I know which one is the Headwoman. I need to speak to her about getting a bed in the Candidates' quarters." She paused, a thought occurring. "Care to come with me? I could use a familiar face with me as I meet one of the main women in the weyr."
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Jan 15, 2010 19:38:09 GMT -5
Orena nodded enthusiastically. "I'll call you that, then, since you already know it. Jeri it is." She grinned a bit, and bumped Jerodyn's shoulder with her own in an encouraging way. "It's not so bad. Just stay away from the creepy folk." The last was tacked on as an afterthought, and barely audible as her mind was already a hundred miles down a different track.
The request slammed her back to reality, however, and she grinned again. "Sure, I'll go with you!" She hopped to her feet, and grabbed for Jerodyn's hand. "Leave your packs here, we can come back for them." She assured the new girl. "I would have asked after miss Rhia, myself, but maybe the headwoman can do something for ya..." She practically dragged the new girl around if she didn't keep up, never realizing that maybe Jerodyn didn't want to go that fast.
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Post by Spirithawk on Jan 16, 2010 13:50:51 GMT -5
OOC: D'vraid hadn't arrived by this. This is not the hatching, this is the clutching.
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Post by Kandarra on Jan 17, 2010 20:44:15 GMT -5
Jerodyn was hauled over to the Headwoman, and she noticed that the Sands were REALLY hot. She had sturdy boots on, but they didn't do much after a few steps. As they approached the woman, Jerodyn noted that she looked rather severe, and decided a polite, calm approach would be the best way. Not that she would likely approach a person of authority any other way.
Uslanee, who had been watching the weyrleader with much amusement, saw the two girls heading towards her. The one was a familiar face who she had seen around-- what was her name again?-- but she had never seen the other before. She wondered what it was she was planning to do around here, for the Headwoman could see packs in the Stands with no one near them, and she figured that the girl was probably here to stay. Just as she was about to greet them, she remembered the girl's name-- Orena!
"Good day, miss Orena," she said in a formal tone. "You've been keeping out of trouble, I hope? We don't need any mishaps. Who is your friend?" She turned to the other girl. "I am Uslanee," she said as an introduction.
Jerodyn just stared. The woman was rather intimidating. she found herself mute for the moment.
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Jan 20, 2010 1:42:18 GMT -5
Orena grinned, happy that someone knew her name ... even though she had no idea who the woman was or what her name was. It just tickled her all over. With a final bounce as Orena came to a halt in front of Uslanee, she dopped her head a bit as she hauled Jerodyn over and up beside her. "Yes, marm! I have!" She responded, honestly. At least - as far as she was aware she'd been good. She only got into trouble by accident, after all. "This is Jerodyn, she just got here. And we were wondering what she needed to do to become an official member of the Weyr so she can stand for the eggs when they hatch, too. You know - like I did. Only I don't remember what I did. And, oh, I can help her move in, I can do that!"
Someone who didn't know Orena would very easily get the assumption that she was a rattletrap containing far too much energy and not any brains. While the first two counts might be true, Orena was actually highly intelligent and perceptive, aware of nearly everything around her at nearly all times. Having a flitter following her around only made that more intense. But it was simply how she was, how she interacted with the world; at top speed. It didn't help the image a whole lot that she was quite happy and eager to make more friends and be quite friendly and helpful to everyone.
She found, after all, that when she was helping others, she was less liable to get into trouble by accident.
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Post by Kandarra on Jan 21, 2010 17:49:05 GMT -5
"Jerodyn, hm?" the Headwoman said, weighing the girl with her eyes. The girl hadn't said anything, but it was clear she was intelligent, and as Uslanee watched her, the girl's eyes darted around, taking in everything.
"Well Orena, you simply need to help Jerodyn here move her things to an empty bunk in the temporary Candidates' quarters." Her eyes twinkled with amusement at Orena's enthusiasm. "The Searchrider already made her a member of the weyr. You will simply help her settle in. I would also appreciate if you could perhaps show her around-- I am, obviously, rather busy with everything." She waved an arm at the weyrwoman and the newly laid eggs. Her tone was not harsh, simply honest.
Jerodyn nodded, taking in the information. Temporary Candidates' quarters? For temporary Candidates? Or for Candidates, only temporarily? She would have to ask Orena. If she was going to live here, she was not going to be a 'temporary' anything. She didn't move away from her home for that. "Thank you, Headwoman. Your help is appreciated."
Uslanee, who had been lost in thought for a moment, snapped back to attention at that. She was certain she had not announced her rank, and that the girl had not asked. Indeed, an observant one, she thought. Even if she does not Impress, she could still be very useful.
"You are most welcome, Candidate Jerodyn," she replied after a moment, stressing the title. "Now go on. We don't need to put any stress on Kaith with you two being so close to her eggs."
Jerodyn accepted the dismissal and walked back the way she had come, towards her packs. She picked them up, turned back to Orena, and said, "She wasn't nearly so severe as I expected."
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Jan 22, 2010 1:46:04 GMT -5
Orena nodded readily at what Uslanee had to say, then followed Jerodyn back across the sands to where she'd left her bags. "Oh, I imagine not. People tend to not bite your head off that often, you know. Most people are nice." She grinned, and reached to help with a bag. "I know the way to the barracks, they're this way." She pointed in a rather vague-seeming direction, considering they were in the bowl of stone seating that was the stands surrounding the sands. "Come on, I'll show you!"
With a spring in her step, Orena tucked a stray strand of inky-black curly hair behind an ear as she made for the nearest entrance to the tunnels that would lead away from the stands and into the Weyr itself. "I am still exploring the tunnels, myself, but for basic locations I have it down. Don't wander too far into the storage tunnels, you may never find your way back out again!"
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Post by Kandarra on Jan 26, 2010 21:25:18 GMT -5
Jeri nodded slowly and said, "Well, the two people I've met haven't been so bad." She smiled at her new friend. "But it's so different here, if you two are any example. At my hold, you'd better have a good reason to speak to someone of higher rank, especially when you're only an Apprentice, like me." She adjusted her packs and began to follow Orena.
She was glad that the other girl knew where they were going, because the great stone walls all looked the same to her. At the comment about the passageways, she perked up a little. She could always use a place to hide where no one would find her. Maybe if she figured out the layout, she could find a likely spot. She was immensely cheered by this, forgetting for a moment her homesickness.
"Oh," she said, as she remembered a question she'd had from earlier. "What did the Headwoman mean about 'temporary Candidate quarters'
Admin's Note:[/hr]"
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Jan 27, 2010 1:44:25 GMT -5
Orena shrugged. "I dunno. These have been where we've been living ever since I got here. As far as I know, these are the ones. Maybe there were some others that are getting redone? I don't know." Orena answered, honestly. The temperature around them dropped considerably once they got off the sands and into the tunnels. Orena didn't bother to go through the Weyrbowl, as it was kinda hot and sunny out there. She preferred traveling through the tunnels inside the stone of the Weyr itself, as it was generally cooler by far. If a bit of a longer walk.
It was a series of well-lit passageways, however, as there were glow baskets hung upon the walls at regular intervals. As they traveled, they even passed someone restocking a dimming basket, lighting the hall up better. "We have to do that, sometimes." Orena told Jerodyn. "Dead glows are kinda gummy, in my opinion. Its as if when they stop glowing, they start rotting or something." She stuck her tongue out for a moment, before waving one hand limp-wristedly as if it had something nasty stuck to it. "I don't like the chore, myself."
Her steps here sure and her path confident, and before long, she led the way into the rooms where the candidates were staying. "Here we are!" She stuck her arms out and twirled once, before leading the way to a bed that wasn't already claimed. "You can have this one, I guess. I haven't seen anyone using it, so ... yeah."
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