Lost and (Hopefully) Found

[Akki]

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Faine was officially lost. She couldn’t recall what direction she came from and now wasn’t sure which direction to go in order to get back to the Weyrbowl, where all her possessions laid in a pile. The bluerider that took her from Kalanre wanted to show her around the Weyr but he had other duties to do first. Faine could understand this, dragonriders were busy people, so she told him that it was okay and she would find her way around. She was regretting this decision now and wished she had stayed in the Weyrbowl instead of walking around aimlessly. She would have brought her bag with her, but it was heavy and she quite honestly didn’t feel like carting it around with her. She took few more turns – a left here, and a right there and then found herself smack dab in the kitchens.

Faine liked kitchens. They were practically the same no matter where you went, and filled with different smells. Kitchens reminded her of Kalanre. So there she stood, content with watching the cooks hustle about and drudges leave and enter with dishes. Part of her wanted to help with the cooking and maybe even learn a few things from the cooks here at Dark Moon. However, this train of thought was cut off pretty fast as she noticed a drudge giving her a rather funny look. Oops, maybe people weren’t supposed to just stand around in the kitchens? Faine stared back with wide eyes and as soon as the drudge turned around, made a quick exit. She didn’t want to get in trouble her first day there. On her way out of the kitchens, her hand shot out and grabbed an empty plate.

Now Faine was somewhere in the lower caverns. An unknown girl with bright red hair looking slightly panicked and very lost as her knuckles turned white from clutching the plate. She hadn’t even noticed that the plate was in her hands yet. She was far too busy wishing she never got on the dragon. She didn’t get lost at Kalanre, she knew where everything was. It was too late for regret though; she was already lost at Dark Moon within the first hour of being at the Weyr.

[Dragon]

Dicar was wandering around Dark Moon, still getting use to the place. He decided if he was going to stay here, then he'd best know his way around. He already knew where the main attractions were. The lake, hatching sands, kitchens, his own barracks, and various places in the weyrbowl were all known to him. By now he was making his way to the kitchens again. Maybe he could get himself a bite to eat. He did notice some riders and other people eating the food that was there.

But what exactly would he eat? Perhaps some meat? Or just some bread-like substance? He'd figure it out once he got there. Dicar was staring at the ground while he thought all this. He soon looked up, however, to notice a girl clutching a plate. She looked panicked too. Dicar raised an eyebrow and his lips curled as he gave a curious look. Had she stolen that plate? Who went around carrying plates?

Dicar stopped right infront of her. His face was dulled an emotionless. Lips straight, eyebrows hung lazily and his eyes didn't give anything away beyond the coldness that always seemed to be in the back of his eyes. "What...", Dicar started out, pausing only slightly after the first word, as if he was surprised by what he was about to ask. "...are you doing with that?", he finally finished, pointing to the plate in her hand. His tone seemed lightly exasperated, but dulled.

[Akki]

Maybe if she turned around and went left, maybe that would get her back to the Weyrbowl. Why was this Weyr so large and confusing? She needed a simple square lay out, one that would be impossible to get lost in. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to visualize where she came from. You’d think someone with OCD would be able to remember something as simple as that, but apparently not. She was in deep thought when Dicar approached her.

She was startled when he spoke; her entire body seemed to flinch as it stumbled a few steps back. Her eyes flew open, staring at the boy in panic. “Doing with what?” She managed to spit out when her voice came back to her, her eyes still wide. She looked down to see what he was pointing at. Was that a plate in her hand? When did it get there? She knew it wasn’t her plate. “Oh nooo.” She groaned under her breath. “I’m sorry!” She exclaimed loudly, making eye contact with Dicar.

“It’s not your plate is it? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to take it! Don’t be mad!”

[Dragon]

Dicar eyed her, obviously puzzled. The confusion did show in his stare. She had to have known that plate was in her hand. How could she not? Dicar decided already this girl was strange. "That plate", Dicar spat out, pointing at it again. "Don't tell me you didn't know it was there. It was right there in your hand", he continued. It seemed badgering, but Dicar was really wondering if she hadn't known it was there. That would be the strangest thing he'd seen in this weyr.

Dicar shook his head and waved off the thought with both his hands. "No no no. That's not mine", Dicar corrected her. He was probably sounding a bit frustrated. He wasn't a people person to begin with. He preferred to just stay away from everyone. Now he had the luck of dealing with this girl on his own. "What-What would I need with a plate of my own?", Dicar stuttered, thinking the question was just weird to say. But it was obviously rhetorical, not requiring an answer.

Dicar sighed, seeming to give up. It seemed too tiring and annoying to be frustrated, chastising, or otherwise with this girl. "Let's just put it back where ever it came from", the boy finally offered. Wait, did he just offer to go with her? What a fine way to word that. Now he had direct involvement in this. "Where did you get it from, anyway?", he decided this would be the smart thing to ask. Otherwise he may end up wandering aimlessly with her until they returned the plate.

[Akki]

It was happening all over again and all so fast. In Kalanre, she was often picked on a lot because many people thought she stole for attention or she was bullying another. She was frequently left alone because the other kids didn’t want her in their stuff. Wasn’t there something about how first impressions were the most important? This was a terrible first impression she couldn’t help but think. The white on her knuckles spread slightly as she gripped the plate even more tightly. She looked down at it and chewed on her lip as the tips of her ears turned red with embarrassment. “I… I didn’t notice it.” She admitted softly, glancing up at Dicar before looking back down. This boy probably thought she was crazy and crazy was not the kind of impression she wanted to be making. How come things never worked out for her?

“To eat on.” She replied naively to his question, even though he wasn’t looking for an answer. Her answer seemed quite innocent. Why wouldn’t he need a plate? Every needed plates. He could have been one of those people who didn’t like sharing plates or something. Who was she to judge him? She awkwardly rubbed her leg with her foot, sniffling. He was going to get mad soon. Most people did, they couldn’t handle her and her wandering hands. It was easy to get annoyed with Faine, she knew this. “It’s not my plate. And it’s not yours. So whose plate is it?” She wondered out loud with genuine curiosity.

Her cheeks flushed a faint pink. “I don’t know where it came from.” She said quietly. She looked up at the boy, trying to explain. “I was dropped off and the rider said he couldn’t show me around so I tried to find things on my own and then I got lost and I wandering around to find my way and then I ran into you because you were asking me questions about this plate.” She stated rather lamely, fully aware that she was rambling now. She shuffled her feet slightly, and crooked her head up a bit to stare at the boy. “I’m not crazy.” She said loudly, the only thing she had said so far with a bit of authority. She paused, eyeing Dicar. “You won’t beat me up, will you?” A girl needed to know these things. She could ask for a minute head start at least. Sometimes the kids at Kalanre would give her a head start.

[Dragon]

Was she really serious? She didn't know? How could you not know something was in your hands, something that was obviously not normal to walk around holding. Did she have some bad memory or something? Maybe that was it, bad memory. That would make some sense out of this atleast.

Dicar rolled his eyes. "Yes, to eat off of. But the weyr provides plenty of them without me having to have my own", Dicar said to her a bit exasperated, more emotion showing in his tone this time. She certainly knew how to answer a question that really didn't need to be answered. "How about we start with the kitchens? That's where I was headed and that's the direction you were coming from", Dicar decided. It made sense. The only way they could have bumped into each other was because she was coming from that direction and he was going to it. The plate in her hand would only be the extra piece of evidence needed to suggest the kitchens, an obvious place where plates would come from.

"Not crazy, huh?", Dicar questioned in a tone that seemed to think otherwise about her. "If nothing else, you've got a bad memory", he decided to add, as he crossed his arms. Dicar then blinked at her next question. Had she really asked that? Dicar had gotten in a few scuffles before, but he didn't ever see a need to start a fight. People would mess with him, he would talk back and then there would be an altercation. Some of which Dicar came out on top, and the rest not so much. "I'm not going to beat you up. I'm actually trying to help here", Dicar said, irritation in his voice. Though Dicar always looked and sounded irritated when he had to talk to people. Though this was probably the first case it wasn't involving getting in fights or being a bit straight and/or formal.

[breezie]

Jeserin was, to put it simply, impressed with the Weyr thus far. He had been dropped off in the weyrbowl not long ago and had been told to wait there. Unfortunately, the rider did not account for how restless one such as Jeserin could get. Jeserin had, therefore, gone meandering about the weyr partially to become familiar with it, partially to see how long it took the rider to find him, but mostly to find the kitchens. He was still a growing boy and his stomach reminded him of this every chance it got. Luckily, one could easily follow their nose to find the kitchens, and so Jeserin was doing so as he came upon Faine and Dicar in the hallway.

He paused to take in the situation, taking note of Dicar's crossed arms and Faine's apparent awkwardness. Then he strolled up to the two with a slightly lopsided, faint smile on his face. He stopped about two feet away, "Hey there. Hope I'm not intruding on an important conversation. Just wanted to double check that this was the direction the kitchens were in." He looked between the two, seeming to casually size up Dicar, noting the cold look in his eyes and oddly enough, the strip of cloth he wore on his head. And then taking a poignant second look at Faine, his eyes lingering on her intriguing red hair and noting the faint scars on her hands. One side of his mouth pulled up into somewhat more of a smile as he did so. "I'm Jeserin by the way" he said with a slight inclination of his body towards Faine.

[Akki]

“Well I didn’t know that.” She exclaimed softly, a slight frown pulling at the edge of her lips. “Maybe you just liked having your own plate?” She whispered, trying to make herself feel a little bit better. She was sure that Dicar was a nice enough guy; she couldn’t blame him for getting rather displeased with her behavior. She nodded rather happily at his suggestion. Yes, the kitchens made sense. She was there, it would have been easy to pick something up and not notice. “Um.” She began, another slight blush appearing on her cheeks. “Can you make sure I don’t grab anything else while we’re there?” She requested with hopeful eyes. Maybe if Dicar kept an eye on her, her hands would behave themselves. Or if she did pick something up, he would remind her to put it back. She didn’t want to take anything else from the kitchens; what would the drudges and cooks think of her then?

She straightened, drawing herself up to her full 5’4 (A not really threatening height) and answered with as much dignity as she could, “No. I am not crazy.” She hated when people considered her crazy. She was sane, honest! “Um. Yeah. Bad memory.” She repeated, avoiding eye contact with the boy. That was a better excuse than ‘My hands like to grab things without me noticing.’ She shrugged her shoulders slightly, “You never know. Some people like to start fights over the smallest thing.” She glanced up at him and mumbled, “Thanks for the help.” She was rather grateful, without him she probably would have walked around all day with that darn plate in her hand.

Faine’s head whipped away from Dicar as Jeserin made an appearance. Now here was her chance to make a better first impression. “We were heading down there now.” She said with a small smile before adding helpfully, “Do you want to come with us?” Maybe having someone else around would alleviate the tension between her and Dicar. She was still partially worried that he would snap and smash the plate over her head. She cocked her head to the side slightly and beamed at Jeserin, “I’m Faine.” Yes, this was a much better first impression. Things were going well. As Jeserin eyed the scars on her hands, she was eyeing the scar above his left eye. Oops, she was staring. She quickly jerked her eyes away, blushing faintly as she tucked the plate underneath her left arm. “So, uh. Which way to the kitchens again?” She asked Dicar with a sheepish grin.

[Dragon]

Dicar raised an eyebrow. That was one of the oddest requests he had heard. Was this girl's problem that she was grabby? And then forgot she grabbed it? "Easy enough", Dicar accepted with a shrug of his shoulders. If he had to be honest with himself, there was some amusement in this. Dicar was just a mean old stick in the mud to show it.

"If you say so", Dicar replied to her simply. Far be it for him to tell her otherwise, even if he did think otherwise. There were some things Dicar wouldn't reply to, such as her response to him about fighting. He already told her he wasn't going to beat her up, there was no sense furthering that conversation. But surprisingly enough Dicar skipped over to her thank you. Well, the surprising part was that someone was thanking him. "You're welcome", he said simply. Well, atleast he wasn't rude and didn't say anything at all and Dicar could be a pretty rude guy.

Speaking of rude guys, Dicar wanted to flinch when he heard another voice directed at them. This was just what he wanted, another person to have to deal with. Dicar certainly didn't like groups, that was for sure. Three's a crowd, after all. But the boy candidate showed no outward signs of flinching or anything else. He probably would have just walked off then and there if he hadn't told Faine he would take her to the kitchens to return the plate and even make sure she didn't grab anything else. Dicar may have been something of a brat, but he did try to keep his word.

Dicar decided he would answer the boy, however. He pointed in the direction of the kitchens, the place he was headed before bumping into Faine. "We're headed there now. Name's Dicar", he replied simply. It was certainly a better introduction than simply waving a couple fingers at the mention of his name. Dicar really wasn't one to do more than was necessary.

[Wolf]

Tieler had spent an eternity trudging about the Weyr in hopes that her one and only friend would turn up. She’d tried to be casual, though it could be made certain to onlookers that she was, in fact, looking for someone or something. It was rare that the girl looked for anything, for nothing that she’d been careless enough to lose, to her, was worth finding. It was far more amusing to randomly place the blame on another anyhow and give them an undeserved beating. Tieler’s way of doing anything was noticeably warped. Everything resulted in either violence or an unpleasant exchange of words. The girl, while not always engaging in such activity intentionally, was always wound up in such affairs. Searching for this friend of hers was starting to get tiresome, too bad that no one had told her that the girl had transferred to another Weyr. Funny how she hadn’t even bothered to say “good-bye”; had she had to leave so suddenly that perhaps she hadn’t had time? These were all questions to which Tieler would never gain the answers to, little did she know.

Coming down the hall that ran to the kitchens, planning to steal a bite to eat, Tieler caught the trio from afar. Already a sneer was on her face, and her eyes were narrowed. The look that developed in her steely eyes could be easily perceived as dangerous. She’d stood at the last hatching, but was now again crammed into the Candidate group after she hadn’t impressed. She was young, appearing no older than 15 or 16, about the latter age. She crossed her arms over her chest haughtily, and was making as if she was simply going to walk right on by, purposely slamming down each foot as she walked to give off that she was in a rage. She stopped, eyeing each individual as if they were nothing more than a waste of time, scum. “Well what do we have here, a group of dimglows, aye’

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Admin's Note:[/hr]” She saw that the one girl was clutching a plate, and a smirk tugged at her lips, giving her an even more terrifying appearance. Funny how a 5’1” girl managed such a task, her blindingly red hair as short as it had been upon arrival at the Weyr some time ago. Her blue eyes were piercing, no warmth held anywhere in their depths. She was like a hawk, seeking to devour her prey.

Somehow she’d managed to get away, again, with wearing improper attire. Her pants were a couple sizes too big and hung off of her sloppily. She had a tight belt going around her waist, it just barely keeping them up. She didn’t seem to be bothered with the way she was dressed, otherwise she’d be wearing a normal-sized shirt that didn’t cut off at her midriff. Despite the weather she didn’t switch-up her outfits. To create her look she tore apart regular shirts to make them as short as she desired. So really that only added to her rugged appearance. Her shoes were old and worn, but just like everything else she didn’t seem to care.
Hopefully none of the three would be feeling the heat of her wrath, otherwise things would get ugly fast. Today was one of her days where she was just looking for trouble to get into; she wanted to start a good war over something trivial, just to say that she’d successfully done so. Fistfights were so her style.

[breezie]

Jeserin inwardly approved of the girl as she cocked her head to the side and beamed at him. His smile was fully developed into a somewhat lopsided grin now as he answered Faine, "It'd be my pleasure." He nodded when Dicar introduced himself, "Well met" he replied with a more somber and subtle smile than the one he used on Faine. "I believe we can just follow our noses?" he said with a gesture down the hall towards the kitchen.

Jeserin started to take a step when he heard the rather loud and pointed footsteps of the girl coming down the hall. He was immediately put on alert by her less than pleasing attitude but made sure to keep a pleasant look on his face. Still, to one who was observant, he seemed like a lazy lion. Not particularly worried or wanting to press a fight, but able to jump into action if needed. He put on a small, formal smile for the girl, "Why yes, I had noticed this basket of glows" he said as he pulled a basket of only slightly dim glows from the wall, "was a little dull. It's refreshing to see the help so diligent in their work." As he finished his statement he held the basket out to the girl, casually looking down the ten inches he had on her. His facial and vocal expression as he said this was fairly neutral, almost pleasant, but his eyes were all disapproval.

[Akki]

She relaxed slightly and smiled at Dicar. With him keeping an eye on her, maybe this will end up being a relatively normal day. That would be nice, one missed plain days when she was busy running around trying to put things back where she got them from. Maybe Dicar wasn’t such a bad guy. He had offered to help her in her time of need after all. That counted for something. Was she perhaps being too judgmental? That was a rather embarrassing epiphany to be having. She hated being judged but yet, there she was judging someone else. She scolded herself silently. She inhaled, the sugary smell of sweet rolls reaching her nose. “Oh. I guess you can smell your way to the kitchens. I didn’t notice.” She said with a laugh, directed towards Jeserin.

Faine turned to face the direction of where the kitchens were, plate cradled against her side. However, when she was about to take a step forward, another voice could be heard. She turned around once again, and saw another red-headed girl. Oops, but this one didn’t seem like a very friendly person. Suddenly she was glad that she met Dicar and Jeserin, at least they were proof that there were some nice people in this Weyr. Her brows furrowed slightly, a frown painted on her lips as she stared at Tieler. “That’s not very nice.” Faine said, pointing out the obvious. Tieler probably wasn’t the type of girl to care whether or not she was rude. She also knew that if she backed down and made a whimpering noise or something, Tieler would probably heckle her for the rest of her time at the Weyr.

She politely stuck out her hand, offering it to the other red head. “I’m Faine.” She introduced herself with a smile, forcing herself to stare in the girls eyes (Something that was slightly harder to do since she was three inches taller). Faine looked at Jeserin with a rather awe struck look as he casually replied to Tieler. Now that was bold. She bit her lips, afraid that if a small smile or laugh slipped through it would just make things worse.

[Dragon]

Dicar nodded in return to Jeserin's response. Atleast he gave a response, that had to count for something. Or perhaps he was too distracted by the rather unneccessarily noisy footsteps coming their way. The girl's stare didn't seem as cold as Dicar's. Infact, it seemed fiery. If Dicar was an icicle, this girl was a firecracker. She only confirmed the analogy all the more when she spoke.

Dicar had nothing to say to her, despite how very annoying he found her. Infact, she was rubbing Dicar the wrong way. He simply glared back at her with that same icey glare he gave everyone. His disinterest in her insult was obvious, as though he couldn't be bothered to respond to it. However, Jeserin did earn some points with him when he offered his response. Dicar had to admit it was creative. Where Tieler got no reaction from Dicar but his usual glare, Jeserin got a very small smirk.

He turned to the other two, Faine and Jeserin, completely ignoring Tieler. "I believe the kitchens are this way", Dicar said with his casual, emotionless tone. Whether or not he expected the two to follow him, he headed that way anyway. He saw no point in being in this girl's presence any longer. Dicar didn't like people much anyway, much less people that liked to stir up trouble. Those were always the ones he ended up getting in fights with.

[Wolf]

Tieler was now focusing on Jeserin, and Jeserin alone. It was as if Faine and Dicar simply didn’t exist. She felt old feelings stirring up inside of her, and in the back of her mind she was trying to recall the last time she’d been in a fight. Though, to her, if it’d been the week prior, or even a couple days ago, it would’ve been far too long to have gone without some bloodshed. She didn’t even bother looking to the basket of glows he was holding out, smirking to herself (playing the part of being all cool) because she didn’t think he realized that he’d picked the wrong person to mouth off to. As far as she could tell only the other two halfwits here had any sense at all, but this one? Well, he’d just volunteered to be her new victim. At least this one was a male; it was far more difficult to enjoy a fight with her gender. In her world, no one was more deserving of getting their teeth rattled then a boy. In her mind she was envisioning all the ways she could aim her first blow. To the jaw, to the eye, perhaps giving him a good kick to the family jewels? No, she wasn’t going to fight that dirty, she’d prove that she could hold her own. That’s what it was all about, for it was all she’d ever done, and proving that she could was all that mattered.

“You holding that out to lend me something to hit you with, because personally I know my fist would suffice.” What have you become, a softie? You’re giving him the easy way out by replying to him rather than just taking him down? This is not what it’s about, grind his face into the ground, that’s satisfaction! her mind was hollering at her. Her blood was starting to boil, though her face remained deathly pail. She was readying herself, her hand balled into a fist, her knuckles going as white as her face, her fingernails digging into the flesh of her palm. She meant business, but didn’t she always? She adopted a hardened expression, narrowed eyes and pursed lips. No one could really understand why she did what she did, which meant more fun for her, because while they were left wondering if she was for serious she’d already be pounding into them.

For those that knew her, one could think she was getting better, but that was only before having been left on her own-for the thousandth time. She was keeping her Moonstreak flitt, Alias, away, despite the angry images that were flying into her head, obstructing some of her muddled thoughts.
Something unknown to the group, something she did her best to leave forgotten, was telling her “no” firmly, was telling her to just stop... for good.

[breezie]

Jeserin took a split second to size up this fiery package of a girl. He actually thought she was a rather attractive girl with an unfortunate attitude. At her comment about hitting him with the basket of glows he gave a short chuckle. "Sorry, as much as you deserve a good swat on the ass, I don't hit girls," he said as he put the glows back on the wall with casual disinterest. He turned to Faine for a second, "Pardon my language. I don't usually speak like that in front of a lady." It was obvious his "lady" remark was to emphasize that Tieler was FAR from being a lady and so he need not watch his language with her. He gave Tieler a sidelong glance, an arrogant half-smirk on his face, "Tch, I apologize, I thought you were one of the help. I didn't realize you were one of the unmannered weyrbrats. I see now that your immaturity is simply because you aren't yet old enough to know better." He shot a mocking glance at her breasts as he put more emphasis on the word "immaturity" so as to imply a double insult. "Why don't you run along with all the other wherry-heads and play bully with them?" he said while casually shooing her away with one hand and a disinterested air. He then began walking the same direction Dicar was going, intending to be done with the silly girl. He shook his head. "So how long have you two been here at the Weyr?" he asked, making a point to completely ignore Tieler.

[Akki]

She faced Dicar as he began to walk towards the kitchens. “Ah, yes. Let’s go.” She echoed enthusiastically. She wanted to go the kitchens quickly, put back the plate and learn more about the people she had just met. Were they candidates also? That would be very convenient if they were, she would know some people when the candidate lessons begun at the very least. She didn’t follow Dicar right away, but instead politely waited for Jeserin with her arms swinging slightly by her side. Her eyes were wide with genuine innocence as she watched the scene before her unfold. She was really hoping no fights broke out. What if someone walked by and saw? That would make one of the worst first impressions ever. They would be marked as delinquents for a very long time.

She listened to Jeserin talk back to Tieler, the tips of her ears turning a slight red. She gave him credit for standing up to her,that was for sure. But she also didn’t want anything to happen. Faine didn’t have the quick temper that people thought red heads had, that was for sure. She liked to avoid conflict. When Jeserin began to follow Dicar, she followed behind. She was also slightly hoping that Tieler wouldn’t hit him from behind if she was going to be in the way. “I just got here less than an hour ago.” She admitted with a big smile. It was her opinion that everything sounded and looked nicer when said with a smile. “What about you?” She asked curiously. Was he a newcomer (After all, he didn’t know exactly where the kitchens were either) or just a disorientated boy whom has spent his entire life at Dark Moon?

She tucked a few strands of red hair behind her ear. “Dicar.” She began, eyeing the back of the boys head. “I never properly introduced myself to you. Like I said before, I’m Faine.” She said with a slight skip in her walk. She was too caught up in the plate drama before to properly give Dicar her name. She felt slightly guilty for leaving Tieler behind like that, she couldn’t help it – she was not a mean person by nature. She tossed her head over her should to stare at Tieler before cocking her head slightly towards the rest of the group. It was a silent invitation to join them as they headed to the kitchens, but there was also a stern ‘Please don’t cause any trouble’ tucked away there behind her green eyes.

[Dragon]

Dicar had walked off, but it was at a slow enough pace to be within ear shot of those two going back and forth. Dicar had to admit that Jeserin was a bold one. Where Dicar didn't feel Tieler was was worth acknowledging, Jeserin met her own ferocity with his own brazen personality. But to each his own, he thought to himself. Perhaps he wouldn't be such bad company after all.

But now that the situation seemed over with, conversation was being thrown at him. Dicar really didn't want to be part of one. He didn't like being around others to begin with. But he figured Jeserin atleast deserved some answers and input from him. If for nothing else, because he amused the headband wearing candidate. "I have not been here very long. A few days I would say", Dicar's response to Jeserin was casual, nonchalant, the tone near emotionless. If it wasn't a scowling, cold, or irritated tone, emotionless was probably the best Dicar had to offer.

His attention then turned towards Faine. He really couldn't complain about her company either. She did irritate him to some degree, but only because she seemed a bit incompetant. Well, she did have a plate in her hand and no real explanation beyond a bad memory. He had to wonder if she really was dragonrider material. But far be it for him to question a search that had found this girl a possibility. At any rate, he couldn't complain because it was him who offered to bring her back to the kitchens to return the plate. Well, not so much offered as it was told. Then again, she didn't really mind him doing it for her either. But introductions were not his thing. How was he to respond to her giving his name? She already had his. It's not like he could say something like "A pleasure to meet you" or "Nice to meet you". It really wasn't true, and Dicar wasn't going to lie to the poor girl either. Perhaps a simple repeat of his name would suffice? After all, she did have a bad memory. "As said earlier, I am Dicar", he replied in the same emotionless tone, but this time he did give a slight nod for emphasis.

[Wolf]

Tieler was doing all she could to keep her anger from getting the best of her. Oh he did not just say that! Clearly this pathetic excuse for a boy-though they were all pathetic-didn’t realize that she made good on her promises rather than chickening out. That sexist shardin’ fool! Jeserin was the exact reason she’d come to hate all boys, and now she had the opportunity to take down one of his kind... again. When he’d stared down at her chest as to back-up his ‘immaturity’ comment, she’d been ready to pop him right then and there, but she held herself back, her intense glare never wavering. Never did she even flinch. When the trio began to walk away she just stood there, giving it a second or two, watching Faine to make sure she wouldn’t get in her line of fire. Clearly the girl wasn’t all there; even she could see that, why else would she be clutching that plate like she was Oliver Twist in search for more?

Then, her runner’s feet racing the few strides it took, she was right up behind Jeserin. She leaped up, using her momentum to push off the floor and tackle him dead on. If successful they’d both be down on the floor, her on top, right arm swinging to land a blow to his head while her left arm held him down. “And all sexist wretches like you deserve the same!” She kept on swinging without let-up, wanting to get a few hard hits in there if she could manage. “Stare at me like that again, joke or not, and just maybe next time I’ll break my no weapons rule!” She kept on hollering her head off like the wild child that she was. Her blue eyes were figuratively on fire with the icy look she was delivering. Lucky for Jeserin she didn’t have the power of turning people into ice blocks. Most times her strength was underestimated, she’d been doing this for a long time, and her fighting skills were more than up to par.

No one understood Tieler; even Raska had not properly understood her. She wasn’t looking for understanding; even so, she was looking for justice. This was her means of achieving justice, which really made the whole effort redundant. Perhaps it wasn’t justice she was seeking at all, but instead her chance to override all possible authority. Back at the Harper Hall none of the Master’s had managed to make anything sink into her head, almost all of them suspected she was past the point of no return, and thus would have to hit rock bottom before climbing her way back up. One of the Master’s didn’t give up on her though, and continued to give her council day in and day out. This very outcome was the result of his hard-work, what a shame. The girl had always been this way for as long as she could remember, take help from no one, take-out your anger with violence. As much as the world didn’t approve of her, her behaviour, no one ever put a hand in to make things better.

[breezie]

Jeserin was more than happy to leave the girl to her own devices. That is, until her devices tackled him to the ground and began pummeling the heck out of him. Jeserin, in all his glory, fell to the ground with a spectacular thud. He did, however, manage to roll to his back before Tieler began to swing at him.

Being the sturdy farm boy with two older brothers, Jeserin almost immediately took a straight on punch to the jaw. Bleary eyed, he took the next punch to his right eye. Man can this girl punch! He thought as he gathered his wits enough to block the next few blows. Jeserin, who was not a person who often fought with people in general, was especially against physical retaliation on a woman. He could have probably just flipped the girl onto her back and have been free, but instead he doubled his efforts to simply block her punches.

Through the various sounds of an altercation Jeserin shouted, "Just because I implied that you were underdeveloped doesn't mean I'm a feminist! Besides, how would you know who I am or how I act? You're the one who started all of this by verbally attacking us when you came up!"

[Akki]

So that was why Dicar knew where everything was, more or less. She was curious as to where the boy came from before Dark Moon but figured that was something she could ask when they reached the Kitchens finally. She beamed at Dicar as he finally introduced himself, and even noted the fact that there was no ‘Nice to meet you’ following it. She couldn’t blame him though, she was an oddball and it was hard to tell whether meeting her was actually nice. And Faine was still pretty sure that Dicar thought she was crazy. She’d have to prove him wrong eventually, but that could wait. It seemed that everything was going well. The verbal fight had ended and they were heading towards the Kitchens once and for all. Of course, as soon as this thought entered Faine’s mind it all went horribly wrong.

Tieler had flown past Faine and was now tackling poor Jeserin to the ground. The boy didn’t really stand a chance; the red head had attacked from behind. So much for Faine hoping that Tieler wouldn’t cause any drama. At this rate, they would never get to the Kitchens. Then again at this point that wasn’t exactly the biggest worry she had. Jeserin couldn’t exactly fight back (It was wrong to hit a girl, right?). At least, a guy couldn’t hit a girl. Another girl had no problem hitting someone of the same gender. Faine dropped her plate, which shattered as soon as it hit the ground, and rushed to the two on the ground. She shoved her body against Tieler’s, hoping to knock the girl off of Jeserin as she shouted loudly, “Get off of him! You’re the one who started it all anyways!”

As she tried to wrap her arms underneath Tieler’s shoulders to hold her back, she cast a forlorn look towards the pieces of plate that laid pathetically on the ground. “And you owe me a new plate!” Well, not her necessarily but the kitchen staff.