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Post by Dragon on Nov 4, 2009 21:52:29 GMT -5
Kira found herself in the lower caverns. She made her way into the kitchens and got something to eat. She hadn't been real hungry lately. Infact, she ate very little at all for the past few days. It wasn't until after the flitt hatching that she started getting her appetite back.
She gathered her food and made her way to a table. Having set her food down, she went back to get a glass of water. She didn't feel like any sort of juice or anything. She just wanted plain old water. She set her glass down and sat down at the table.
Something was clearly up with Kira. Even after the hatching she still wasn't herself. Well, truth be told she was reverting back to the Kira that existed some time before she left for the weyr. She was quiet, very withdrawn. It was odd to see her like this. It had certainly been odd for Jil to see her in such a state. Kira managed to behave around him, but she still did some flirting with him. But it had been forever ago, it seemed, since she did any flirting.
Gingerly she took the first bite and chewed it thoroughly. There was more thought to her actions too, perhaps. Once she had swallowed, she washed it down with a sip of water.
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Post by Kino on Nov 15, 2009 8:36:54 GMT -5
[Okay. I've come to believe that the Something Wicked thread is probably never going to be finished? So...I'm going to make something up in my head, and go with it, and if there's something wrong with details I include by all means someone tell me and I'll change it or whatever. But I don't want the point of that thread to be lost because it was never finished, so I'm just going to act as if it finished and stuff happened.
Also...I'm not sure what time it is in the thread xD I'm going to assume it's mid/late evening.]
K'ris had decided to make his way towards the kitchens as well. He hadn't eaten much around the actual dinner time and his stomach had been doing quite a bit of complaining when he'd found his way back to the temporary barracks. He figured a meatroll and a cup of juice was in order, told Qeuroth he'd be back, and made his way to retrieve said meatroll.
Could I have something too, K'rismine? The hawk's eye queried as the boy neared the kitchens. K'ris squinted an eye somewhat.
I'm not supposed to feed you too much, you know that. There was no direct response, but K'ris thought he got the dragonet's feelings of sullen defeat over the connection. He smiled wryly and shook his head as he entered the kitchen, scratching very lightly at the cut along his left arm as he did so. It hadn't been quite long enough since the incident in the lower caverns for the wound to have fully healed, but as it was healing the cut was a bit itchy. The scab was still holding up well enough, and the skin on the edges was only minorly inflamed, not so much from infection as it was just from the color of the scab. The cut itself started at his wrist (on the back side of his arm, not the underside) and ended just a few inches above his elbow; maybe it was stupid to try and wrestle the knife from the guy, but it'd worked, hadn't it?
It was still stupid. Qeuroth put in on the boy's thoughts, clearly still sulking over the worry that K'ris had put him through that night.
But it worked, right? K'ris said, and he couldn't help but grin lopsidedly.
As he stepped over to where the bit of food was left out, he noticed Kira sitting nearby and nibbling on a bit of food and water herself. K'ris offered a smile and waved, then turned to grab a plate and deposit a meatroll on it, pouring himself a mug of juice after and gathering them both into his hands. He hadn't seen her much since the hatching, but from what he could remember of her she had seemed before to be more bubbly than she did now. Despite that, he figured he'd offer some company.
"Mind if I join?" he asked, taking a few steps towards her table and waiting there. If she said no, he'd leave her be and head back to the barracks, but she looked like someone who could use some company right now.
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Post by Dragon on Nov 29, 2009 23:30:54 GMT -5
Kira looked up at K'ris, her eyes seemed to hold a blank stare. It was almost as though she were looking right through him. But she acknowledged him and answered his question with a shrug of her shoulders. "Sure", she said simply. Kira hadn't been herself in quite awhile and no one really knew why as of yet.
She continued nibbling on her food and drinking a bit of water. Her feline, Isis, had followed her to the kitchens and made her way to Kira's lap and curled up. She meowed, clawing lightly into Kira's dress to make herself comfortable before curling up in her lap.
Yet another strange feature was Kira's now moderate, conservative clothing. Before she didn't mind, and nearly insisted, she wear clothes that showed off her body well. That hadn't been the case lately.
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Post by Kino on Nov 30, 2009 13:48:45 GMT -5
"Thanks," he said, offering a lopsided grin and taking a seat across the table from her. He could tell she was more into being quiet, so he didn't want to just randomly jump in with some meaningless small talk and instead chose to munch on the food on his plate for a bit.
When the feline sauntered over and settled into Kira's lap, K'ris gave a friendly smile again. "I guess a lot of people here have felines," he said, nodding to the ball of fur. "I met someone with a kitten not too long ago. What's her name?" He hadn't really known Kira long enough to notice the changes in clothing, and he hadn't been around her enough to know that her quietness was completely out of the ordinary for her. Sure, when she'd been there at his surprise Turn-day party she'd been far more outgoing, but for all he knew that was only because it was a party. He could tell something was a bit off, but it wasn't quite his place to go asking about her life problems. On another note, he didn't exactly mind the lack of obnoxious flirting anyway.
[Just enough time to throw in a post before class xP I'll be hopping back on AIM again later, probably. See you!]
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Post by Dragon on Nov 30, 2009 14:29:33 GMT -5
Kira stopped munching on her food and looked down at her feline when K'ris made mention of her. Kira idley petted the feline. "Isis. She has been with me for awhile now", she said absentmindedly. Usually it would be at this point that Isis would beg for some food since she already had Kira's attention. But the feline had an awareness of Kira's attitude and decided she simply wanted to curl in her master's lap.
Kira went back to eating her food, nibbling here and there then finishing it off with a sip of water. The boy didn't seem to be too much of a bother, thankfully. She could have been stuck with someone who wanted to simply hit on her or just some jerk. But K'ris seemed good enough company.
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Speaking of jerks, D'car had decided to make his way to the kitchens. He had just finished up one of his chores and decided he was hungry. So he grabbed a plate full of food and a glass of juice. When he finished, he spotted Kira and K'ris at a table. He really didn't want to be around them. Heck, he didn't want to be around anyone.
Mine, you must assert your dominance if you are to stand tall here. The brown was always insistant that D'car be more sociable, but in the wrong manner. D'car rarely had any of it. He didn't like people and he didn't want to be around any of them. He could care less about dominance.
One of the things D'car would do would be to observe people, despite the fact he could barely stand to be around them. He knew of Kira's personality before. It was kind of hard to miss after a couple of times. He could tell that lately her attitude had changed a great deal. He couldn't put his finger on what. But it's not like he cared, right? Maybe that was debateable. D'car may have had a soft side somewhere under those rough layers.
He passed by the two of them. Tch. Can't he tell he's just bothering her? That was not likely the case, but that's what D'car seemed to interpret. He settled a table away, back turned to either of them. Could D'car say he made a single friend yet? Probably not. There was that girl that practicly flashed him, but she just seemed to follow him around and bug him. That's about as far as that went. He began chewing on the food on his plate, ignoring the others in the room.
You will not get very far if all you do is avoid people all the time. The brown urged him again, but D'car simply grunted in response. His was a persistant brown.
(OOC: And on that note, other weyrlings, candidates, and new people should join as well! I intended to make this more or less a community thread for all them. So join in and post!)
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Post by Kino on Nov 30, 2009 16:12:06 GMT -5
"Good name," he said, and at this point he felt a sort of inner push to keep going with some sort of idle conversation. She didn't seem to mind it, and he got a sort of feeling that talking to someone about things that didn't really matter might be good for her. Not like he really knew her enough to think that, but he figured he'd go along with it. He'd never been one to think before acting.
"I had a canine once, when I was real little. Back when I lived with my birth mother." He took another bite of food to think for a moment. "Her name was...Nettle, I think." Then he nodded, and smiled. "Yeah, that had to be it. I remember 'cause my mother had to fish the two of us out of a stinging nettle patch when we first got her as a pup. She wasn't mad, but she called us nettleheads for a bit after, and the name kind of stuck for her." He shrugged. "She made a by the first egg of a herder when she was older, though." In fact, she'd done everything she could for her family and the herd beasts all the way to giving her life to try and stop the wild feline from getting at them.
K'ris looked back up at Kira, glancing at Isis once more too. "I never had a feline of my own, though. Guess the closest thing I've had for a pet since is Twil, but he's sleeping on Qeuroth's head or something back at the barracks." K'ris had never really been one to talk a lot on his own, but he still felt like the situation was calling for it.[/size]
[I...honestly don't' know if they have stinging nettle on Pern, or some equivalent with a slightly different name. Let me know if that's an error.]
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V'ael had had a pretty good portion of food at the actual dinner time in the kitchens, but he'd always had a substantial appetite. A good chunk of that was from growing up in a vineyard and always having something that needed to be done, or fixed up, or something along those lines. All the work just added to the hunger, and that much hadn't changed since he'd come to live at the Weyr, especially now that he had Aeydrith to care for. Weyrling training was certainly no less physically demanding than working at a vineyard, and he had no problems with taking advantage of the extra bits of food that were put out in the kitchen in the later hours of the day.
He'd been far enough behind D'car that he hadn't seen him in the hallway, but close enough that he stepped into the kitchens just a bit after the grumpy boy. (Not that V'ael really knew he was grumpy; he'd only really met him one time outside of Weyrling training, and wasn't one for judging a person on a single encounter) V'ael made his way up to the setting of food and put a few meatrolls and a bubbly pie on his plate, filling up a mug with juice as well. There were the two at one table talking, and D'car sitting a bit nearby by himself. He didn't really want to step in on the conversation so he sat down at a table in the first grouping/area sort of between the food and the weyrlings already there. If they wanted to talk, he was still close enough to hear and reply and all that good stuff, but he wasn't near enough to encroach of intrude or anything.
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Post by Minajerie on Jan 3, 2010 22:28:29 GMT -5
Andilay absently tore a meatroll into smaller pieces, giving a few to Mistress to nibble before turning her attention back to the small piece of wood she was clutching in her hands. Whittling always seemed to calm her nerves... but apparently not tonight. She felt... well, for lack of a better word she felt depressed. And it was, well, depressing.
She placed an unravished meatroll onto her teeth, nibbled a bit before stopping, the roll half into her mouth as she thought. She turned the wood this way and that, trying to see what it was going to become. She liked bringing out the 'inner' beauty of the wood she worked with, but normally it didn't take this long. She sighed and ate the rest of her roll. Wher. That's what it was. She started carving again, careful strokes of her knife, slowly peeling away layers of un-needed wooden flesh.
She was deep into the design when she noticed newcomers into the kitchen area. Food eventually brought all forms of life down to it. Hunger was a powerful motivator... speaking of which... she needed more.
She got up, Mistress hopping onto the offered hand and then making her way up to her shoulder. She noticed a few familiar faces, and after she had more meatrolls, a full jug of klah and a bubbly pie, she went over and sat directly in front of D'car.
"Hello, remember me?"
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Post by Dragon on Jan 3, 2010 23:22:00 GMT -5
Kira simply ate her food and listened to K'ris as he spoke. If he thought simple conversation made her feel more at ease, he was actually right. Kira did relax a bit. She hadn't even noticed just how tense she was, but she should have expected it. She always seemed to be tense when around others now. It was like the old Kira all over again. Before she was the over-extravert that she was before she essentially shut down.
If this had been awhile back, Kira would be teasing poor K'ris mercilessly. She liked the shy type, or atleast liked flirting with them best. And she had heard that K'ris might be a little shy towards the opposite sex. But none of that mattered to Kira right now, not this Kira.
"Isis has been with me for awhile now. Since a few turns before I left for the weyr", she petted the feline idlely while she talked of it. Isis let out a satisfying purr in compliment to her petting. She also had a flitt of her own, but that one was resting on her bed. The flitt liked to take her pillow when she wasn't around. A quirky little thing it was.
"You got a flitt at the hatching as well?", she asked simply. She could atleast try to participate in the ongoing conversation that included her, instead of shying away from it.
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D'car scowled as another entered right after him. He didn't like the idea that there may be more people coming here. That just meant the liklihood of him being bothered by someone would shoot up. It was insanity. People clearly knew he didn't like people AT ALL, yet because of that they intentionally talked to him and bothered him. What was with people? That really was backwards logic.
And the liklihood just jumped to 100% when Andilay called out to him directly across the table. D'car resisted the urge to drop his head a bit harshly into the table beneath him. The fact his plate of food was directly in his path kept him from doing so. Of all the bothersome people to bug him, it had to be the one his dragon mauled. Oh yes, no one let him forget that one.
He didn't get it. It wasn't like he ordered his dragon to do so. He didn't owe this woman a thing. Yet others in the weyr seemed to think so. This weyr was obviously full of backwards logic. He held his ground, however. D'car was also very stubborn, but it didn't take long to figure that out.
He looked Andilay in the eyes, considering what she said and how to respond. This was the woman sleeping around with that bronzerider, wasn't she? The same bronzerider that apparently birthed the entire Weyr, so the rumors would exxagerate. Oh D'car had no choice but to hear the rumors and gossip. This weyr was all about that. Fortunantly D'car could easily pick out which ones were the logical explanation when any countered the other.
Why D'car kept up with these rumors and gossip was beyond him. His only reasoning was that he was bored enough with nothing else to do for a hobby but keep up with them. For someone who didn't like people at all, he certainly was active enough in overhearing or listening to all of it. Or most of it.
"Yes", his answer was simple. Per usual, D'car's tone held no emotion, it sounded as cold and emotionless as ever. D'car had other tones, but only when he was riled enough. What did she want anyway? Last time she made it a point to mess with D'car, didn't she? What would come about this time? Oh how interesting this situation would be to anyone but D'car. The mauled and the bonded of the dragon who mauled.
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Post by Minajerie on Jan 4, 2010 0:44:26 GMT -5
"Oh, good. Then I don't have to reintroduce myself. How's your dragon? Is he doing well? I gather that they're big enough to fly the riders around now." Andilay played a bit with one of the meatrolls on her plate, smiling at D'car. "And I'd assume he'd be on the bigger side, especially with a rider like yourself..."
Mistress made a little mewing sound as she watched Andilay play with the roll. "Still hungry sweet? Okay, but only a little." Andilay broke off a few more bits and fed them to her flitter.
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Post by Kino on Jan 4, 2010 11:11:09 GMT -5
K'ris looked up from his meal at Kira's question, swallowing his bite of food before replying. "The one that just happened? No," just as he started speaking, the blue-black flit popped into the air just by his shoulder and landed, always preferring short naps to long periods of sleep. K'ris smiled lopsidedly at the flit as he climbed down the boy's arm and sniffed at the plate of food.
"Right on que, aren't they?" he broke off a few pieces of meatroll and set them on the table in front of the creature. "Twil is from an earlier hatching, even before the hatching that Queroth found me at. I kind of thought it was a bit funny how they ended up so similar in color."
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