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Post by nike on Dec 28, 2005 18:02:39 GMT -5
T'ran stared at his Weyrwoman. "Well, no. But still! I don't you want them to kill themselves."
He said.
F'tan grinned and looked at Nike, D'ran, and K'dan. "Those three can deal with her. K'dan and D'ran can hold Nike back when she wants to kill Malenie. There it is all settled. Now let's play some poker!" The Wingleader grinned widely.
Nike started at F'tan. "You can't be serious?" She said, a bit speechless.
Malenie was unpacking her things in the room. She grumbled about Nike, her friends, and how bad of a life, she, Malenie, had.
Nakum was perched at the end of the bed, preening himself.
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Post by Dragon on Dec 28, 2005 18:05:58 GMT -5
"I think I would much rather be with Nike than hold her back", K'dan said. There was no way he would try to attempt what the wingleader had suggested. Ha of course my mine would help Nike rather than be against her or hold her back. Hydrath laughed. My mine isn't very brave to begin with. ~Hydrath hush~, he told his dragon before he ran his mouth more.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 28, 2005 18:08:18 GMT -5
Christae sighed. "I suppose I have to go greet her as is courteous. I greeted the rest of the new Candidates." She rose with a small groan of protest. She hadn't slept well and she had a feeling Sh'iron would protest her working today if he knew. "I will go greet her and then if anyone needs me I will be in my office, unless you will be here when I finish with Malenie?" She looked at Sh'iron, a little hopefully.
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Post by nike on Dec 28, 2005 18:13:39 GMT -5
Sh'iorn looked up at her worriedly. "Yes I will be here. I need some food, then rest. And you do too." He said nodding a bit.
"When you are finished, I am going to make you eat, then sleep." He nodded then shooed her off to do her duty.
Nike smiled up at Christae. "Well good K'dan. You are now on my side. And as a Master in a Craft, I outrank you, so
I lead you!" She said. "But now we will play Poker!" She said starting to play.
T'ran and F'tan grinned and stated to play.
Malenie sat on her cot. "Why does Nike have to have Wingleader friends? Why does she get the second white on Pern?
Why? Why? Why?" She said standing up then started kicking the trunk which was at the end of her cot.
Nakum looked up in surprise and chittered madly at her.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 28, 2005 18:24:01 GMT -5
"I'm fine Sh'iron, really." She kissed his cheek and then walked out of the cavern. She walked into the Candidate Barracks just as Malenie was ending her tirade. She had not heard everything the girl had said but she figured she disliked her foster-sister as much as Nike disliked her.
"Good morning." She said at the door to Malenie's room. Christae knew she must look a sight, belly bulging and dark circles under her eyes. She had taken care with her dress today so that she did not look as tired
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Post by nike on Dec 28, 2005 18:26:54 GMT -5
Malenie looked up as a tired looking, prenant woman spoke to her.
"Who are you?" She sneered. She didn't wear shoulder knots, so she had to be impornant to some part.
Headwoman? No. Head cook? No. She didn't look like a drudge. Mabey a rider. Yeah, probabally a queen rider.
She looked a bit older. Weyrwoman? Mabey.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 28, 2005 18:37:01 GMT -5
"I am Weyrwoman Christae, rider of Senior Queen Kaith. We are weyrmates to Weyrleader Sh'iron of bronze Myranenth." She stood tall, her head held up regally, even though she wanted to slap the girl for her insolence. Christae was aged beyond her 18 turns by her work.
"I am here to welcome you to Dark Moon Weyr. I expect from you the same curtesy and behavior as I expect from the other Candidates and Riders alike. It is my hope that you will be able to live here happily."
"There area few basic rules the Candidates must follow and since our Weyrlingmaster is not here I shall inform you. P'ren usually deals with the Candidates as well. You are to remain discreet, I do not want to have to deal with a pregnant Candidate. There is time enough for that later. The Weyrlings have to follow the same rule. I will not have any trouble here. You will take part in the chores. You will find a board posted for chores on both the Weyrling and Candidates Barracks."
Her voice was matter of fact, and not unkind but there was steel in the young Weyrwoman's eyes. She would not take insubordination here, not after she worked so hard to keep the weyr up and running after the Senior Queen had died when Kaith was still a weyrling.
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Post by nike on Dec 28, 2005 18:43:41 GMT -5
Malenie didn't look surprised to scared. She listened to the Weyrwoman with hard eyes.
Hmm, so she was the Weyrwoman. And Sh'iorn was her weyrmate? Well that didn't mean anything.
She could still get Sh'iorn to like her.
The girl smiled at this thought.
"Well Weyrwoman, I will follow your rules, as long as I have freedom to roam the Weyr." The girl said. Her high pitched voice would make any Harper cringe. If she would roam the all parts of the Weyr, including the Queen's Weyr, the Hatching Grounds, and the weyrling Barracks, she would be happy.
Even thought she knew those places were unpassable.
Really it was mostly the weyrling Barracks.
With a young dragon and all, the riders can barely fuction till they can handle it.
She read once that a girl was taking food to one of the Weyrlings, and he got her pregnant. And the boy had no clue that he did! Malenie didn't fear that chance. She just wanted to annoy Nike and her friends.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 28, 2005 18:53:51 GMT -5
Christae raised an eyebrow. "You have the same freedom as the other Candidates do. You will follow the rules of this Weyr whether you have freedom to roam or not. As it is, if you break a rule you will be punished with chores. If your offence is too great you will be sent home. You may visit a rider's weyr if you are invited. You are not allowed to be in the Hatching Grounds. Kaith's clutch has hatched already so there is no reason for anyone but cleaning drudges to be in there. The Queen's Weyr is off limits unless I or Sh'iron have business with you there or it is an emergency. You may find us in our office if you need us."
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Post by nike on Dec 28, 2005 18:57:47 GMT -5
Malenie nodded. "Alright. Now then, could you leave? I have to finsh unpacking." She said
turning her back to the Weyrwoman to start folding her tunics and skirts.
Sh'iorn, Nike, F'tan, and T'ran were all talking about the future and if Malenie would Impress.
"If so, she will only get a green." T'ran said.
"Naw, she won't Impress at all." F'tan said with a grin.
"No I think so." Sh'iorn said.
"You can't be serious? She's not going to Impress!" Nike said glaring at her friends.
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Post by Dragon on Dec 28, 2005 19:27:44 GMT -5
K'dan said to Nike, "Don't worry. She won't impress". G'han nodded in agreement. They both hoped she didn't, this one was worse than Miya.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 28, 2005 21:57:43 GMT -5
Christae's voice was quiet, but Kaith's was not as she spoke to the candidate. "Considering the fact that you were raised with Nike and we have a very high opinion of her, you have a great deal to live up to."
You had better learn respect youngling. The gold's voice boomed in their heads. Christae turned on her heel, her eyes flashing angrily. She walked into the Lower Caverns.
"Well I never!" She cried when she was in earshot of the other riders. "Such insolence. To ME! Kaith wanted to snap the girl's head off." Color had risen in Christae's pale cheeks.
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Post by Dragon on Dec 28, 2005 22:41:53 GMT -5
"Uh oh. Looks like she got on Christae's nerves", K'dan said. Good perhaps now Christae will make her leave. ~We could always hope couldn't we~, he said to his dragon.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 29, 2005 0:56:02 GMT -5
Rhia walked in. She was having a good morning, not like the day before. No one had thougth to tell her that morning sickness was not just confined to the morning. G'han had entered their weyr right at the moment when she was losing her dinner.
She was glad to see Christae up and about. The Weyrwoman had it worse than she did. "Morning everyone." She called out happily. "Getting beaten by Nike in Dragon Poker again or is our Weyrleader about to end that?"
She walked to where the drudges were serving and got herself a plate of food. She sat down but made certain that she was not in the way of the game. She had learned how to play but she wasn't very good and she did not have any marks to bet with. The marks she had were being saved to buy things for the baby.
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Post by Dragon on Dec 29, 2005 1:01:31 GMT -5
"I knew it. Rhia what are you doing, you should be resting", he said to her.
(Bleh, really short i know)
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 29, 2005 1:07:15 GMT -5
"Resting? Since when does being pregnant automatically mean I should be resting? I can still fly, I can still ride a runner. Just because I was a little nauseated yesterday doesn't mean anything. I have been resting since you shooed me off to bed early yesterday evening. I slept late this morning so don't complain."
The brownrider rose and kissed her weyrmate on the cheek. "So much for a goodmorning. You were gone before I woke up." Then she returned to her seat to finish eating.
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Post by nike on Dec 29, 2005 10:03:50 GMT -5
Malenie snorted when Christae left. "Great! So the Weyrwoman and the Queen are friends with Nike too!
Nakum don't eat that!" She cried out when her firelizard started to chew on her best tunic.
Nike looked up when Christae walked in. "So now you know the rath of Malenie, the evil foster-sister from Southern Boll!"
She said, her eyes flashing with a deep flame. Her bright eyes were now dark green, close to black.
Sh'iron got up and walked over to Christae. "Join the club Christae. She has a thing with females. It's really odd. But forget about that lowlife. Today should be a happy day." He said putting his arm around her shoulders and led her to a chair.
T'ran and F'tan grinned at eachother. "Hey Nike. No you have another one to help kill her!" F'tan hissed handing her the hilt of his dagger.
Nike shot them an evil, dark look which made F'tan and T'ran make themselves as small as possably.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 29, 2005 10:15:18 GMT -5
Rhia looked from face to face, lingering on Nike's annoyed one and Christae's fuming one. "Did I miss something?" The brownrider's voice was puzzled.
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"Yes," Christae snapped. "You missed the arrival of a flirtatious, insolent, impolite little tunnel snake." Christae's voice held venom. Truth be told, the young weyrwoman was jealous. If she were not pregnant she would not be worried, but why would Sh'iron even look at her twice with circles under her eyes and a swelling belly. She couldn't even shoulder her half of the responsibilities. "You had better watch your weyrmate Rhia. She likes to go after the high ranking riders."
When Sh'iron led her to a chair and told her not to worry about the lowlife Christae sighed. She reached up and slid her hand into his. "A happy day?" She smiled, remembering that their baby had kicked for the first time today. "I will try."
She laughed when F'tan and T'ran cowered under the Whiterider's gaze.
Christae is hiding the fact that she has been too sick to eat for the past three days. Sh'iron suspects but hasn't said anything. Healer I am worried about her. She sleeps more and more but it is not fitful. Today is the first day that she is not throwing up.She is feeling better today.
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Post by nike on Dec 29, 2005 10:23:13 GMT -5
Nike looked up at Rhia. "My foster-sister came today as a Candidate." She said. Oh Nike would not speak her name!
The Healer listened to what Kaith had to say then replied.
Well she needs to eat. If she says no, then I will made Sh'iron and F'tan hold her down and stuff the food in her.
Sleeping is fine. Remember when you were with clutch? You were always sleeping and barely ate. Don't worry, once the cravings come in she will eat. And after she gives birth, all will be well. She said.
Sh'iron smiled and handed his weyrmate a mug of hot klah, then a sweetroll.
"Eat these. Once you do, I will be happy." He said and sat down to watch her eat.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 29, 2005 10:40:49 GMT -5
Rhia raised an eyebrow. "I take it that she is worse than Miya was because Christae never called Miya names. Great Faranth, here we go again."
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Thank you Healer. Kaith's voice sounded satisfied. She knew that Nike was not in charge of childbirth but she trusted the Whiterider more than the other healers.
Christae started to protest the food placed in front of her but then looked at Nike and Sh'iron's faces. If she didn't eat they would know something was up, but then again, if she did eat and threw it up, they would still know. She sighed and took a sip of klah. Nervous fingers tore at the sweetroll. She picked up a piece and slipped it into her mouth. She waited for the nausea and then smiled. She finished the roll and drank some klah.
"Do we have any plain rolls?" A drudge quickly came forward with a tray of plain rolls and another of sweet rolls for the riders. Christae ate a plain roll and refilled her mug of klah. She felt better after eating and waited for the "I told you so" from her Queen.
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