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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:19 pm
Dashias was late. For what, did it really matter? But he was late and lost in the caverns of High Reaches; most certainly, he was not paying attention to what was just around the corner. His brown eyes searched for something, anything that looked familiar. He was certain he was going to have to stop and ask for directions. As the young Harper made a sharp right turn, Dashias failed to look ahead. This caused him to collide with something, correction, someone very solid and very not moving.
Falling to the ground, Dashias looked up to see a rather stocky looking fellow looking down at him. "Um... Sorry?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:36 pm
Exploring the twists and turns of the Wyre was a favorite past time for Ashton, he could and would often spend those few free hours a day in between working and sleeping poking his head into empty storage rooms and old halls that no longer led to anything.
It was as he was wondering through the caverns on one of his adventures that he suddenly collided with something or was it someone?
Stumbling back a few steps, managing to catch himself along the wall; Ashton blinked down at the boy he had just knocked over before reaching down and hauling him back to his feet.
“Hey now! Careful there. You okay?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:18 pm
Dashias was quickly pulled up by an arm much stronger than his. Making a gasping sound, he landed soundly on his feet and looked his rescuer eye to eye. This boy was much more muscled and had a darker complexion than he did. He must have been someone who worked outside.
How different from his very own upbringing!
All of this flashed through his mind in a single instant even has he said,"Thank you for that, though I suppose I should be apologizing first. The name's Dashias. Can you tell me how to get to classroom three?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:34 pm
Ashton eyed the other boy for a second making sure that he would stay on his feet, although Dashias was a bit taller then him he was also thinner and it almost seemed as if a strong wind would knock him over.
"You'er welcome. Its good to met you Dashias, I'm Ashton." Grinning at him Ashton pointed down the hall he had just cam from.
"Classroom three? Its down that way, why don't I walk you. Last thing we need is for you to get lost..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 11:44 pm
"Ah, at last! Someone who is familiar with this place! Well met, Ashton. I am, unfortunately, late to whatever candidate training is in store for me today. Last week it was butchering," and Dashias shuddered convincingly at this,"this week, who knows? Perhaps how not to be scared to death when waiting to be mauled by a dragon."
The candidate in training had about an inch on Ashton but the boy was twice what he was in width. Amazing! At least, it would take a hurricane to knock the boy over. "Remind me to find you when I need brute strength completing a task. You, my new found friend, can be the person I hide behind when one of my pranks does not go well."
All of this was said in a most jovial tone and Dashias was rather pleased to have met someone who seemed to be a) friendly and b) had a decent knowledge of the weyr. "So what brought you to the Weyr and hallway so that I may run you down?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 3:18 pm
Ashton just grinned at the other boy as he started to lead him down the halls. “I don’t think there’s anything they could teach you to stop being afraid of dragonets.” He confidently forgot to mention a hatching that happened a couple years ago which left on of the candidates blind and another dead.
Snickering at Dashias’s comment about hiding behind him, he shook his head and gave him a weary grin. “So, how often do you’re pranks go wrong?” He had the feeling it happened a lot more then they going right.
“I was just wondering around. There’s not much to do here outside of lessons and chores, so I’ve taken to just exploring the halls… plus if you stay out of sight no one can draft you into doing something. How about you?”
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