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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 4, 2006 12:30:43 GMT -5
(( Sure join in ))
She stuck her tongue out then laughed, "You were practically asking for it 'cause you were laying down." She snickered then gasped as she slapped her. "Its a good game to play...although i do concede that some are better." A mischevious grin visited her face before she kissed him back and pulled his head closer to hers.
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Post by Dragon on Jun 4, 2006 12:42:48 GMT -5
"I merely laid down and you came over here and yes there are better games to play", he said to her and rolled over to be on top of her. He gave a smirk and knew she knew what was coming next.
(fade into morning)
Dicer awoke and looked at Sorcha cuddled up to him. He gave a smile and kissed her. "I rather that game", he said to her with a smirk and got up to get dressed. He threw on his shirt and pants and put his blade back into place. He put his cloak back on and straightened it out. They woke up later than usual he would have to leave sooner. He didn't want to but he had to.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 4, 2006 12:47:04 GMT -5
She smiled, "I think I do too." She sighed watching him get dressed then decided to do so as well. (assuming there is left over food) She went over to the table to eat as it seemed he needed to leave already. She called the flitt back from whereever it had been then feed it and watched as it popped back into between and left her again. She huffed wondering what she was going to do today if everyone left her to her own devices.
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Post by nike on Jun 4, 2006 12:52:26 GMT -5
Glowing eyes poked from a dark corner. The firelizard looked at the two, then dissappeared as it went /between./
Soon, footsteps could be heard on the stone floor. Heavy working boots that were of so very common in the Weyr. The way the person walked showed Turns of work with dragons, and living in the cold stone. Then the person could be seen. A female frame. Short, lithe, but still strong. A tunic over a white long sleeves button up blouse, and brown trousers tuck into boots covered her frame. Two firelizard perched on her shoulder.
Nevvanikea leaned against the entrance way and looked over the girl. Arms crossed over her chest. Green eyes looked over the girl as she ate. Amusement in the corners of her eyes, and lips. Well this one was new. Nike waited for the girl to notice her before she would speak.
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Post by Dragon on Jun 4, 2006 12:58:15 GMT -5
Dicer had left before Nike had come along he had heard footsteps coming his way and per normal slipped into the shadows unseen. He was such a dark figure and the shadows seem to suit him well. He looked to see who it was. Shards it's that wimpy wherryhead's little mate. He nudged the thought away, if anything Sorcha would be seen as a common weyrfolk. He left quietly as he always was. He would return later and hear from Sorcha what happened. He just hoped to Faranth that she didn't mention him.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 4, 2006 13:12:39 GMT -5
Sorcha looked up in surprise as she heard footsteps. Dicer usually wasn't loud, what did he forget? She saw someone in the doorway and was further surprised to find out it wasn't Dicer. "Ummm....Hello." She was breifly at a loss for words. She hoped that the woman hadn't seen anyone or thing other than herself here in the abandoned part of the weyr. She wondered why she was here anyway.
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Post by nike on Jun 4, 2006 13:16:50 GMT -5
Nike smiled. "Hello," She said, then walked further into the weyr. Eyes scanning the room. "Now, I haven't seen you around here before. And if you are a Candidate, what are you doing in here? But of course, you can't be a Candidate. I've met them all. I help the Candidatemaster out sometimes. I am a Healer, I have to know everyone in the Weyr. Also, what is a girl like you living in this weyr, wearing male clothing," The Healer walked up to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "I think you should tell me everything. Be best," Nike smiled, and then looked at the girl.
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Post by Dragon on Jun 4, 2006 13:25:50 GMT -5
Dicer remembered that she had his old clothes on. He was thankful he had never worn them before so no one had seen them. He could easily get the healer out of the room, all it took was one person needing her to get her out. Should he bother with it though or just leave things be. It's not as if the healer had any right to know every detail and aspect of a person's life. He scowled at the thought of someone who was so nosy as if other people's personal life's were something they had a right to know about. He hated people like that and this weyr seemed full of them. They always poked and prodded him about everything like they had a right to know about his life.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 4, 2006 16:18:33 GMT -5
"What are you so nosy for? I come here to get away from all the noise on days when it just seems too much. Don't you ever have days like that? And I am wearing these clothes because I am not the eldest child and get hand-me-downs. Do they really look that bad and...male?" Her voice betrayed concern and her face girlish vanity. She tilted her head, "Why are you here anyway if its bad to be here or something?"
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Post by nike on Jun 5, 2006 15:18:53 GMT -5
Nike raised an eyebrow. "Well. I never knew that people who are not from the Weyr would sneak into empty ground weyrs, and sleep. And yes, male. Those are boy clothing. I've done enough with clothes to know which ones were male and female," The Healer said, and stroked Zim's eye ridge. "Anyways, I am here because I had to see what the conditions of all the ground weyrs were like to see how many drudges would be needed to clean them out. I didn't expect to find much. But you…you are a suprise. I think Christae and the Headwoman would be interested in knowing about you," Nike said. This girl had a temper. But Nike knew that she could find out this girl's story. And find out where she got the clothes. For Nike was sure that those weren't hand-me-downs.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 12, 2006 7:16:12 GMT -5
She frowned, " I didn't say I wasn't from the weyr." She shrugged about the clothing comment deciding not to push it anymore. The woman obviously didn't like her being here and wanted to be mean. She could deal with that. She shrugged again, "I didn't expect anyone here either. Abandoned part of the weyr is supposed to be just that....abandoned. But with the weyr getting bigger I suppose it was only a matter of time before my solitude was broken." She sighed like it was a great loss. "I suppose I could just hang out in the lake or whatever. And why would the weyrwoman care about a girl spending alone time in a random room? I'm not harming anyone?"
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Post by nike on Jun 12, 2006 9:51:23 GMT -5
Nike smiled. "Well, it shows that you really don't know that much about a Weyr. See, the Weyrwoman, and Headwoman would have their arms opoen for girls like you. Coming into the Weyr, all alone. With a story to tell why you ran awayf rom your hold, or hall. Plus, we need Candidates for the Hatching," The Healer said, taking Zim in her hands, and cooing over her little queen.
"Almost every one that we get here, like you, are here for a chance at Impression. You could become a Candidate, mabey a rider even," Nevvanikea said with a grin.
I see your plan. But what do you think you will get out of her? Ruanth asked from her spot on th rim.
Tell me why she is in this room, where she came from, and anything that has to deal with her, and the Weyr. The rest, honestly I don't care about. Nike replied, her eyes going unfocused for a moment, then their normal gleam returned on the girl.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 12, 2006 10:03:44 GMT -5
Avith's voice would sound in Ruanth's mind asking if her rider would mind seeing to G'han and Dicer as the two had gotten into a fight and seemed hurt. She would fill her in on all relevant information that Lira knew.
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A shudder passed through Sorcha's body before she pasted on a false smile, "That sounds nice." She looked around the small room knowing she wouldn't be able to live her longer but and shrugged. She looked up to Nike wondering if this was a trap or a true offer. She tilted her head figuring for this second it didn't really matter.
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Post by nike on Jun 12, 2006 10:09:42 GMT -5
Ruanth relayed the message to Nike.
The healer sighed, then spoke to the green. (She is a HAD, remember?)
Avith, as much as I want to help those two, I am off duty, and I am on another job for the Headwoman. I'm not the only Healer in the Weyr. There are others. And plus, only call me when there are open wounds, bleeding, and the person can not stand up. I'm sorry. The Healer turned her eyes back to Sorcha.
"What is your name?" Nike asked, head cocked to one side.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 12, 2006 10:17:09 GMT -5
*I don't see any bleeding or wounds but Dicer hasn't stood up as far as I know and G'han is very wobbly on his feet. But if it isn't your problem I shall find someone else. Sorry for the intrusion.* Avith sounded a little affronted and told Lira of her findings with Nike. ((Sorry forgot about that )) Lira nodded and wondered how else she could descretey find another healer. Then left it to her nosy dragon.
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Sorcha looked at the person and shook her head taking deep breaths and stood up off the chair she had sat in. "I think I should be leaving now." Her eyes had narrowed and a fierce look started to filll her eyes.
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Post by nike on Jun 12, 2006 10:21:32 GMT -5
Nike raised an eyebrow, and stood up. "Why? It's not like I am going to get you in trouble. All I wanted to do was show the Weyrwoman and Headwoman to you, and then they can decied if you could be a Candidate, or have another job in the Weyr. But of course, if you want to stya, and live in this little old room for the rest of your life, be my guest," The Healer said, turned onher heel, and walked out. She still had to stay in the hall way, because of the drudges, and the rooms that needed to be cleaned.
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Post by Dragon on Jun 12, 2006 10:22:57 GMT -5
Gerenanth snorted at his bonded's actions. He was often so stubborn. Nike. G'han is having trouble seeing, his vision is blurred. He refuses to see a healer though and contests that he will be alright. Can you or another healer have a look at him. Gerenanth said to the healer, a bit annoyed at his rider's stubborness. Gerenanth would make sure someone looked at him.
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Post by nike on Jun 12, 2006 10:29:48 GMT -5
Nike sighed. I am off duty. I know that I am a Healer, but my job is with dragons, and surgery. I will get another Healer to you that will be better than I am. She told the bronze. Ruanth, please tell Journeywoman Alia that she is need in the Weyrbowl. The white did so, and soon, a woman ran out of the Lower caverens and up to G'han, and Dicer.
((I'm going to make a list of all the Healers, and Craft's People who are reall NPC's.))
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Post by Torva Anian on Jun 12, 2006 17:58:51 GMT -5
Sorcha stayed still in her alert position as Nike left then immediately set to work. She grabbed the few items she had with her and cleaned up the bits of stuff before checking where Nike was. She had her back turned looking over something with drudges. Sorcha made a face to her back then darted away, further into the weyr.
This time she wouldn't stop until she felt thoroughly lost and was in the dark of the weyr and corridors. She continued padding silently through the dusty, dark, and deserted corridors hoping to go far enough that she wouldn't be found. She couldn't take the chance that the weyrwoman didn't deem her fit to be a Candidate. That was the reason she had come this way in the first place. She couldn't take the chance that she didn't get an egg.
She shuddered, cold, then turned inside a room suddenly exhausted before finding a dusty and smelly cover and hiding under it. It was so dark she hoped that even dragons and fire lizards couldn't see.
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Post by Dragon on Jun 12, 2006 20:38:21 GMT -5
Dicer could finally move pretty good. Good enough to sneak in the shadows undetected and return to Sorcha. He slinked around and with the flitt as his guide he soon made his way to her new location. She had been there for awhile, A day or so. Dicer finally entered the room and embraced her. He gave her a kiss so passionate as he held her in his arms.
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