Lost and (Hopefully) Found

[Dragon]

Dicar growled as soon as he heard Tieler go after and knock Jeserin to the ground. This time he turned around and focused that icey gaze on Tieler. He walked towards the both of them, lips parted and teeth gritted. He was very aggitated now. How dare she try to cause even more trouble. A verbal lashing he could handle by simple disinterest, but a physical altercation was not something that could be ignored.

As he made his way over to the two, he noticed Faine drop her plate. The plate shattered on the ground and this only irritated the candidate even more. Just great, now the kitchen staff would surely have something to say about that and it was also Dicar's main reason as to why he was even in this situation in the first place. There would be some explaining to do for sure. After all, the weyr wouldn't want it's candidates fighting.

Dicar rolled up his sleeves and said not a word to the girl. She wasn't worth wasting breath over, in his mind. Dicar was no stranger to a fight, and he was stronger than he appeared. He helped Faine, who was trying to pull Tieler off of Jeserin, by grabbing one of Tieler's arms with both his hands and yanking her up and off of Jeserin. If Tieler was ready to turn the fight against him, he was prepared. He honestly wished the candidate master would just happen to appear and see what was going on and break this up. The last thing he wanted was this girl to continue her stupid antics. It was such an inconvenience to him.

[Wolf]

Jeserin’s words went in one ear and out the other, or so it seemed when Tieler threw a punch even after he’d spoken out. At least he was attempting to defend himself, though she was grinning like an idiot when she realized her first two hits had really hit him square on. She stopped all of a sudden, as if someone had struck her with a taser. She stared down at Jeserin wide-eyed, hardly even noticing when Dicar and Faine were dragging her off of the boy. In her dream-like state she was limp, and therefore her knees were dragging on the ground. She continued to stare forward, appearing as if she was in a state of shock, which would just scare the stuffing out of just about anyone, what with her having been a torrent one second and then a frozen iceblock the next.

When she came out of her reverie she looked to Faine, a hint of an apology was it, in her eyes? She supported her own body weight, now standing on her own two feet. Without a second thought, or word, she tore away from both of them and ran. She didn’t even stop to look back, didn’t stop for anything at all. She simply ran as fast as her legs could carry her, which was pretty fast; not daring to look back over her shoulder. She still had that stupefied look on her face, as if she’d done something horribly wrong, something irreversible. In a sense she had, but not something as terrible as to promote this kind of fear.

She didn’t even see the boy coming around the corner alongside her, bumping him so hard that he fell right over, and landed hard on his butt. “Wow!” he yelled out, looking up at the girl that had accidentally taken him down. She was staring down at him, giving him the most peculiar look he’d ever gotten before. On her face was the look of death. “Hey, you all right?” he asked, nothing but concern in his prepubescent voice.

“I’m sorry...” she said, her voice barely above that of a whisper, he wasn’t even sure he’d made out the apology, wondering if she’d asked him a question instead, for she was continuing to stare down at him. He stood up, feeling really short, because he in fact was. At the mere age of thirteen turns he hadn’t even hit the 5” mark yet. He nodded to her, accepting what he assumed was her apology.

“It’s quite all right, I’m not dying or anything” he said, raising an eyebrow at her. He then chuckled, wondering what could possibly be going through her mind. His chuckle ended quite abruptly when he noticed a sparkle in the corner of her eyes, and his mouth made an ‘o’ shape, praying that she wasn’t about to cry. “Really, really, I’m fine. I’m Seth, it’s nice to meet-,” he was about to say “you” but was cut off abruptly by her saying softly:

“I have to go.” With that she was racing off down the hall, leaving him staring after her in mass confusion. “Okay, well that was weird,” he said to himself, running a hand through his hair. He shrugged it off, knowing that there was nothing he could do about it. Any boy a few years older would be feeling downright cocky, wondering if a girl like her had been admiring there good looks. Not Seth, it hadn’t even crossed his mind, instead he kept on walking, only concerned about her well-being.

When he rounded the corner he spotted a boy on the ground, and thought to himself: Doe she make a habit of knocking people over? Of course the two others that were there also, tipped him off to the fact that something more serious had happened, what with the expressions on both of their faces, and the cracked plate that he caught sight of out of the corner of his eye. He ran the rest of the way, wanting to be able to provide aid if it was needed.

“Hey, hey!” he shouted out, “What happened here, is anyone hurt?” He looked down at Jeserin, his face paling. “She didn’t bowl you over too did she?” he asked, rubbing his offended backside.

[breezie]

Jeserin was dumbfounded at what had just happened. When Tieler froze up it alerted him to the possibility that there was something more than a spiteful girl behind this girl's attacks. On his back and propped up on his elbows, he stared after Tieler as she ran off. "By the first shell, what was that all about?" he said just as Seth made his way down the hall.

"In a manner of speaking, yes, she bowled me over" Jeserin got out as he got to his feet. He rubbed his jaw, "Then she proceeded to bowl my face over with her fists." He continued to stare down the hallway after Tieler, a look of frustration mixed with concern playing across his face. "Thanks for the help Dicar, Faine" he said with a nod to Dicar and, amazingly, a slightly flirtatious smile for Faine.

Jeserin touched the area around his eye experimentally and turned his attention on Seth. "Do you know that girl? Is she always like that?"

[Akki]

Faine flashed Dicar a grateful smile as he came to help pull Tieler off of poor Jeserin, thankful for the silent boy’s presence more than ever now. Of course she was no hoping Tieler didn’t turn around and wallop both of them now too. Faine never hit anyone before. She was afraid that if she did, it would set off her obsessive compulsive disorder and she would be stuck hitting the girl three times which was something she really did not want to do. When Faine and Tieler made eye contact with each other for a brief second, the girl fully expected to see hatred in the red head eyes. But was that a silent apology hidden away there? She wasn’t able to find out because a second later Tieler was bolting away from them.

She quickly dropped her knees to examine Jeserin. “Are you hurt anywhere? I am not very good at healing but I do know that if you are bleeding that we need to apply pressure.” She blurted out, her eyes wide as she looked him over. There were no bones sticking out of his body, and no pools of blood forming on the ground. Throw in a vaguely flirtatious smile and Faine was able to determine that he was not hurt. He’d probably form a few bruises later on but that was about it. A slight blush reached her face as Jeserin flashed a smile her way. “You got in a fight on your first day. Does this classify you as a bad boy?” Faine asked with a soft laugh before groaning at the sight of the now smashed plate.

“Do you think the Kitchens will be mad at me?” She asked out loud, moving towards the plate. She picked up the pieces (Fifteen of them to be exact, she had counted) and held them against her body so they wouldn’t drop again. She’d have to explain to the kitchen staff later on and hoped that they would understand. “She still owes me a plate.” Faine mumbled softly under her breath. She looked up at Seth, cocked her head to the side and introduced herself. “Oh. Hello, my name is Faine. Did she hit you too? Are you hurt?” Faine was slightly paranoid about people getting hurt.

[Dragon]

Dicar watched as Tieler froze up, then suddenly ran away from both of them. What in the world was wrong with this girl? Did she have some split personality disorder? All Dicar could figure was that this weyr seemed to be full of crazies. He gave an aggitated snort and turned to look at the broken plate on the ground.

"Tch. I was helping you return that plate too. Guess I should have said in one piece", Dicar spoke finally. If it had been anyone else, it would have sounded like a joke. But with Dicar's eyes and that tone of complete irritation, it was anything but. Surprisingly he blamed Tieler for all this. Usually he would blame the person that did the action, but the situation itself was all Tieler's fault. So breaking the plate would be placed as her responsibility.

Dicar could only roll his eyes at Jeserin's flirtious actions. Flirting, to Dicar, might as well have meant throwing yourself at your preferred sex. Obviously Dicar would never think of doing this. Infact, Dicar was too distanced from anyone to really want a significant other or even a friend. And yet, in true fashion, another person felt the need to join their group. A short kid that seemed to find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, in Tieler's path.

The headband wearing candidate could hear his stomach growling. It wasn't very loud, and it was likely that no one else heard it. "I believe we were headed to the kitchens", Dicar spoke up, likely interrupting any conversation going on, and in a tone that was a bit demanding and aggitated that would be typical of Dicar. He started to simply walk away, but as he did he looked back to notice Faine gather up the broken plate and hold it closely to her. "And don't hold those pieces so close to you. You could cut yourself", the boy spoke up yet again in the same tone as before. Though honestly, that was Dicar showing some care. Afterall, he wouldn't have deemed it necessary to say anything if he didn't care.