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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 5:34 pm
Nehren Felt completely deflated after the hatching, its hard not to feel that way when even your best efforts prove futile. He dragged his feet as he headed off the sands looking back at the happy pairings of dragons and their bonded. He had listened to everything the candidate master had said done all his chores to the best of his ability and still in the end nothing came off it. His mind tried to reason with him, it was only his first hatching, he was still one of the younger candidates, his own partner just hadn’t been in this clutch. None of it helped much.
He wondered slowly back to the candidate wing, he had really hoped that he wouldn’t be coming back here but alas, seemed like fate had other plans. At least it wouldn’t mean getting used to new surroundings which was always a little stressful for him. He pulled close his curtain and face planted into the soft bedding of his cot. He just needed some time to get past his disappointment and then he would be better and back to his usual self. After a time he sat up and wriggled out of his hatching robe, hanging it back in the small alcove after dusting it free of yellow specks of sand.
After that he had a choice to make, go to the feast or stay in and go to sleep. He hated the main hall when it was busy and tended to avoid it, going late or early and taking his meal to a more secluded corner. But his stomach had other ideas and gave a rather loud and insistent growl. He put a hand over the skinny midsection and frowned. Guess that was his answer but….he still did want to go to the feast. Well Roland owed him a favour maybe if he asked nicely he could get some food and come back. Yes that seemed to be the best plan and he was rather pleased with himself for coming up with it. So throwing on some normal clothing, leather pants, white shirt and a brown hide jacket he kicked off the sandals pulled on his boots and jogged his way over to the kitchens.
The problem to his most genius plan was discovered when he reached the door and peeked in through the workers door. The whole place was heaving and bustling with people preparing for the feast, he honestly couldn’t see anyone’s face to put a name to them before they were moving off again. Or disappearing in to the steam and fumes given off by the kitchen around him. But it seemed at least one bit of luck was with him as suddenly he heard a chirp and a blue fire lizard settled on his shoulder. Tick! He could have hugged him. He was bonded with the head cook but all the kitchen staff seemed to treat him as there own and he was most often to be found warming himself on the narrow ledge above the cooking fire. What’s more the flit loved to be set tasks and jobs and was messenger and carrier in the kitchen. “Tick go get me Roland.” He whispered urgently to the flit giving him an encouraging scritch under his chin. With a croon of understanding the flit darted away.
Soon enough Roland returned and grinned seeing him, red faced and sweating from heavy work. “what can I do for you Ren?” he asked “Quick about it too I got three roast herd beast to get ready for stew and other dishes.” The boy reddened then feeling guilty for pulling the cook away from important duties, which was no doubt the reason Roland had pointed it out, but Nehrens stomach gave another rumble and he bravely pressed on.”Umm..I’m not very good at social events and I didn’t want to go the feast but I havn’t eaten and I was wondering if…” he paused and bit his lower lip. “If I could have some food, not much. Just some bread and cheese even.” He asked looking up at him from under the mop of dark hair. Roland leaned on the doorframe considering the boy and then nodded. “Sure let me just cheek with the master cook.” Ren’s head bolted up right with a look of panic and Roland laughed. “Easy, I was just teasing, hang tight I’ll grab you a plate, I’m sure no one will notice.”
Good as his word Roland soon returned with food and a bottle. The rich liquid inside clearly being wine. “Best bottle of Brendan wine to go with your meal.” He explained with a wink shoving the lot into Ren’s arms. “Payback for helping me out before. Now we’re more than Even, Anyway I’ve got to get back to work. Enjoy.” He grinned and turned away trotting back to his work leaving Ren with his arms full and mouth open to thank him. He quickly snapped it shut and hugged his prize to his chest before turning and scampering back out of the way before anyone noticed.
At first he thought about going back to candidates brackets but dismissed the idea. There was nothing for him there and someone might catch him with his ill-gotten gains. So chewing on a meat roll he let his feet take him where they will. And that brough him naturally to the weyr bowl. From there he new exactly where he wanted to go, water always made him feel calmer and more at home and since the sea was to far to walk the lake was the next best thing.
As he walked towards it though he saw a group of people already gathered there, talking and laughing. Normally this would have made him turn directly the other way and walk back the way he had come but he just so happened to recognise two of them. Vesyes and Con. He reached up tentivly and waved before edging his way closer to the group, they seemed to already have a number of bottles of wine and food there it almost seemed a miniature feast in itself. “hello.” He ventured softly.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 12:58 am
The Hatching Feast was progressing merrily, the twin moons smiling overhead, throwing silvery light down into the Weyr bowl. By the feast, glow- and torchlight drowned it out, but beyond the bowl was bathed in moonlight, enough to see by. At least, for a normal person in his right mind, it was enough to see by. A slightly-more-than-buzzed dragonrider, on the other hand, might have a little difficulty.
And it just so happened that there were two slightly-more-than-buzzed dragonriders stumbling around that night, out for a walk after all of the toasting and eating. The redhead, a brownrider, was probably the more sloshed of the pair, but after so many drinks it was anyone's guess. A'kor had his arm around V'len's waist and was half-leaning on him, half tugging him towards the lake. He was all giggles and clumsy pawing.
"C'mon V'len, let's have a swim," he slurred happily, glancing down at his heavy riding boots as he contemplated how to remove them so that he could go for a proper swim, hardly noticing the candidates gathered around drinking filched wine.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 1:14 am
V'len was not far behind the brownrider, physically or mentally. He hadn't planned on drinking at the feast -- in fact, he had mentally set himself up to be one of those who helped the drunk and disorderly up from where ever they had fallen during their merry-making; to either escort them to their appropriate Hold or to a cot to spend the night. Well that plan was surely out the window.
It had started with just one drink. Well, to be truthful, it had started with A'kor. Not long after the harpers had started playing their ballads and reciting their tales of dragonriders and Thread, in fact. The blonde had watched the flirtatious brownrider saunter over to where he had been standing against the wall of the weyrbowl, two drinks in hand. And of course, after much debate (and much coaxing from A'kor,) he took the glass. And then another. And another. And... after that, things got a little... fuzzy.
Half stumbling out of his reverie, V'len batted at those hands that were pawing at him, trying not to giggle a little himself -- he was suppose to be stoic, shard it. The suggestion, however, did not fall on deaf ears, the bluerider pondering the endless possibilities of taking a swim.
He could just never refuse him, could he?
'Sometimes I think you should,' V'len heard his blue reply, the slight disapproval apparent even through the fuzziness.
"Oh shhhutup," the rider replied out loud, waving a hand that somehow ended up on A'kor's shoulder, half leaning on him, "Stupid wherrie... yes. Yes I think we should... go swim." Leaning a little further against A'kor, the bluerider paused for a minute, blinking blearily at the other.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 7:36 am
The thought of Conomor as a Queenrider was enough to bring a chuckle burbling up from Firyal's diaphragm. The young man, from her limited knowledge of him, seemed so serious. The idea was ludicrous, but amusing. The wine she was drinking made it even more amusing. She'd had very little exposure to wine in her life, and it was showing, she was certain. Already things were going in and out of focus in a somewhat dizzying fashion. She was only halfway through her bottle, too.
"He'd make a lovely Goldrider," she agreed. "Though his hair might be a bit short. He can blame it on the lice."
Lice. She hated the things. Because Adrisa, her roommate, was so obsessive about having clean hair, the pretty blonde had been a prime target for the biting monsters, and it hadn't been too far for them to go from Adrisa's head to hers. Firyal's response had been to take lots of opportunities to swim in the sea and otherwise keep her hair wrapped up in a length of cloth. She was not going to cut her hair, and so she just had to live with the infestation. It was a misery.
She was distracted from her intent to launch into a meandering complaint about lice by the arrival of another Candidate who was also carrying a bottle and food. She probably should have eaten something before beginning to drink, she thought. After years of serving, she knew that it was always a better idea to have food in your stomach to absorb the alcohol so that it wouldn't hit so fast, but she hadn't thought about it before, and now it was too late. Maybe.
Mentally she reached out to Numenor and projected an image of a meatroll with the command Bring Me. Numenor was reluctant to leave Gilden alone with Aeron, but he was obedient to his human, and so he vanished between to the forbidden kitchens and grasped a meatroll in both his foreclaws, and then returned to Firyal, flying awkwardly to deposit his prize in her outstretched hand. For his efforts he received a portion of the food which he nibbled contentedly as he flew back to Gilden and Aeron.
"Hello," she said to the newcomer only to have her attention once more diverted by more arrivals, a pair of dragonriders, at least half of which was scandalous. A'kor and V'len. She wasn't sure how she felt about dragonriders being present at this mock-feast for those who had failed to Impress, but she wasn't about to tell them that they weren't welcome. Instead she decided it might be easiest just to ignore them. They seemed like they might be inebriated enough not to notice if she failed to greet and welcome them.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:03 am
Conomor gave a lopsided smile and shook his head. "I'm not quite sure I pass the physical exam to be a queenrider. Perhaps if I shoved some socks down my shirt it would work?" He was unaccustomed to joking around like this, but he was prepared to at least have a try. All was friendly right now, Gilden was happy with her two admirers, and he had nowhere better to be. Might as well go with the flow and see what more typical teens were like when combined with many other teens and copious alcohol.
He spotted Nehren as the younger lad wandered over to them, and greeted his friend with a smile and a wave. "Hey there Ren, want to join us? Veyes and Firyal were just saying what a good goldrider I'd make... Gilden would need a different name though. Maybe she'd be... Gildeth or something. Of course as a goldrider I wouldn't get to shorten my name, and like Firyal says, I should probably grow out my hair. Veyes, perhaps I should just have yours?" Yes, all that chestnut hair would certainly suit at queenrider, and would look quite striking against his own dark skin.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:37 am
"Heyy, why do I gotta shutup?" A'kor gave V'len a deeply hurt look, momentarily distracted from his boots. He focused on his face, picking out the details with sudden clarity, and blinked. "Swim," he repeated. "That's a good idea," he nodded, turning back towards the lake and tugging on him insistently again. As they came closer he managed to pick out the phantom forms of some kids. Wait, that couldn't be right.
"Wait, wait," he paused, holding up a hand, the other one taking on a mind of its own and sliding up under V'len's tunic, which was distracting in and of itself. However, he forced himself to return to what was troubling him, taking a step closer to identify the rank knots just to make sure he wasn't going crazy. "No. No. Ok. There's nobody there. Because, all the candidate brats... should be at the feast," the brownrider swayed as he narrowed his eyes, staring suspiciously at the forms that did not swim in his vision like hallucinations, remaining strangely solid.
"Right?" A'kor turned to V'len for confirmation. "And... candidates wouldn't have... all that wine. Thought the old boy Z'nal would make shardin sure of that."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:50 am
"Not you," V'len replied with a look that clearly stated how silly A'kor was being -- a look that came across as quite comical when he had to blink a few times to keep his vision from getting all... swimmy.
Swimmy. Which reminded him...
The bluerider followed the redhead's lead without a struggle, a bubbly giggle slipping through his defenses. "ih twas your idea, dimglow," he replied with another half-giggle, which he promptly tried to swallow. Really. He'd lose all his reputation for being a hard-a** if he continued like that. Although when he thought about it, in his more-than-slightly intoxicated state, there wasn't anyone around to see him act so silly, so why should he care? It was all A'kor's fault he was like this, and if it was only A'kor who saw, it shouldn't matter. Especially when the brownrider was acting so silly himself.
Nearly tripping onto his companion, V'len quirked an eyebrow quizzily when he noticed the other's hand in front of his face, coming to a stop rather close to him and watching the hand slide under his tunic, wondering if that was the reason he stopped. It wouldn't be out of his character. He was just about to respond to the flirtatious action when the words actually started to sink in.
V'len's face went blank.
"No... you must be mistaken," he replied slowly, suddenly sounding a lot less sloshed than he had a few moments before. Nothing like the prospect of stealing, ungrateful candidates to sober you up. "No, that can't be right... no one would be that disrespectful... and besides, stealing could make one holdless, much less kicked out of a weyr." None the less, the blonde rider peered over A'kor's shoulder, his eyes focusing on the rag-tag group just a few feet away.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 9:54 am
Veyes tilted his head and let the long corn rows tumbled to the side as he grinned lopsidedly over at Conomor. "It'd take a lot of socks to get the right look. But you'd be rather stunning. Sure, you can borrow my hair for ...well at least for a night. But I want it back by morning." He chuckled a bit then he glanced over at Nehren and waved him over, "We have plenty of room...and wine with some food. Come on over. Sit down. The party is just starting."
So it was in that instance an amazing idea blossomed in Veyes' slightly fuzzy head, one that might prove fun and maybe even a bit exciting. Veyes had become less intimidated by the growing crowd as the drink soothed any anxiety he might have about them so he stood up on the rock and smirked for a second as he ran his fingers through his long hair. "What if? What if? Oh yes! This could be good!"
He spread his arms wide and said in a cheerful raised voice so that all in the group could hear, "So...Imagine a world - The Glorious world of Nrep wherein lived the great Gold Rider Conomor and his beautiful Queen, Gildeth. She was a sight to behold, the wild dream of every Bronze rider and the wistful desire of many daring Browns. And Conomor too...he was a gorgeous man whose chestnut hair flowed over his shoulders and down his back and curling just at his butt. Many suitors wished to claim the honor of meeting the Gold in the skies and several had tried but the two flirted just outside their grasp. It wasn't that they didn't want suitors...Noo...not that...well maybe. The reason was that the two would not just take anyone. Just flying a Gold wasn't enough! They had to meet the demanding challenges put forth and so far, none had been successful. Upon a cliff high in the mountains just outside the Atsi Weyr, Conomor pondered the next set of challenges he would issue and wondered which Bronze Riders would come forth to accept them."
Taking a breath, Veyes glanced over the lake and spotted the two riders swimming and felt the small bit of angst well up inside; emotions that he couldn't quite describe but could bring forth in the continuation of his story, "It was then that Conomor looked out over the foaming sea from his great height and spotted the dangerous sea monsters of E'ulb and N'worb. These crafty creatures had terrorized the sailors, fishers and even young unfortunate candidates for many years."
He had to add the last bit for the benefit of his compatriots then continued, "A sly smile crossed Conomor's face as he hatched his next formidable challenge and hopped on to Gildeth's back floating down to the Weyr. Waiting in the bowl below were too fine suitors F'yal of the hungry bronze, Numenor and M'al of the enormous bronze, Aeron!"
Veyes winked at Firyal as he placed her and Mal firmly in the story, "What was Conomor going to tell them?! These two bronze riders eagerly awaited his words as they paced upon the sands...And with that, I hand the story over to Firyal. Your turn!!"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:15 am
As he was acknowledged by two of the group he let a smile curve his lips slightly and edged forward more closer to Con since he had met him a few time he knew the boy to be of a kind heart and besides he had invited him. He offered the food out to the others setting it on a large chunk of rock that had been left by the lake and was luckily about hand level and looked at the bottle in his hand noting now that it was only about two thirds full. Well that was certainty enough to get the skinny boy beyond tipsy.
But really to be honest he never liked the sharp taste of wine but he had drunk it before, when he went on trading to the hold with his brother and they stayed the night he would often sit infront of the fire a goblet of wine clasped between his hands while his brother advanced on what would be his latest female conquest, he didn’t mind and the bar staff were always nice to him. So now, with a thirst on his tongue from the salt of the meat roll he pulled out the cork and sipped on the wine. Pulled back, licked his lips and made a sound of appreciation, Roland was right, it did taste good! He took another sip as he settled himself into the group.
Still a little shy he didn’t attempt to strike up any conversation as he sipped at the drink and opened his ears to Vesyes fabulous and elaborate, giving a small giggle at the fanciful description of Conomor, and then quickly snapped his lips shut and looked away flushing. He didn’t want to have the other think he was laughing at him. But the mental image was amusing.
He hadn’t even notice the Riders until Vesyes brought them up in his story. At which point his nervousness got the better of him again and he sunk closer to Conomor if anyone could protect them after all it was going to be the brave GoldRider! He giggled again despite himself and shifted forward a little shifting awkwardly something was telling him that running might be required in the very near future.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:29 am
Z'nal knew that a few of the Candidates would not be attending the Hatching Feast. It was acceptable. There were many disappointed faces tonight, and if they didn't want to see the happiness of the Weyrlings, then... Well, they had all been there before, hadn't they?
It was easy enough for Z'nal to slip away from the proceedings. He had passed his charges on to the Weyrlingmaster, and while he was proud of each and every new rider, his primary responsibility still ran towards those who hadn't Impressed yet. He even stopped at the Kitchens to fetch a few meatrolls, figuring that those missing their dinner would want some. There, he overheard something that made him frown, making his steps faster and more purposeful.
"We're missing a few of the nicer wine skins. I wanted to serve them to the Lord Holder. Where are they?" The Weyr did not just misplace fine wines. The Headwoman was extremely competent, and such goods were also monitored by the Weyrwoman. It was inconceivable that they should be stolen, yet he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that it was exactly that.
Leaving the meatrolls to sit upon a countertop, still steaming, Z'nal strode out across the Weyrbowl, angling towards the lake. There was quite a little party going on there, including two riders, who looked more shocked than anything else. There was the smell of alcohol on the breeze. Fine alcohol.
"What is the meaning of this?" Z'nal blocked off possible egress with a simple mental request, his blue dragon flying down and settling so that he made escape near impossible.
"This wine is stolen, isn't it? I can tolerate certain things. I could have tolerated missing the Feast. But this flagrant display reflects poorly on you and on the Weyr! Stealing is a grave offense." His anger was visible in a high, red color.
"The punishment for this will be severe. Every single Candidate will be on latrine duty until the next Hatching. Consider that light. I don't sleep with you. I'm not the other majority that isn't here. They're enjoying themselves, but thanks to your behavior, they won't be for much longer. Now, if you don't disband NOW, I will send you back to where you came... if I'm in a good mood. DISPERSE.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:40 am
"Stolen?" Conomor dropped the bottle he had been holding and rounded on Veyes, jaw and fists clenched tight. How could he? How could he? He knew nothing of Firyal's character, she could have been a thief, but he had trusted Veyes. Shaking with rage, he called Gilden to his shoulder. The flitt's eyes gleamed red and a low growling noise thrummed in her throat.
"Sixteen turns," he hissed quietly, "sixteen turns I have never put a foot wrong. Thank you Veyes; thank you very much." He couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe his own stupidity. The wine had been far too good for the likes of them. How could he have been so stupid? All those turns of being nothing but the best he could be would be forgotten for this night. He should just have gone to the feast. He should have kept swimming. Shard Veyes! He had trusted him! Thread take him.
Conomor turned to Z'nal and bowed his head briefly. "Yes sir." No point protesting; he'd been stupid, and he deserved whatever he got. Still trembling with pent up anger, he turned and stalked off towards the Weyr. Gilden, clinging to his shoulder, kept her head turned and her red eyes fixed on Veyes until they were out of sight.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:46 am
Firyal looked up with a startled glance as Numenor gave her the briefest warning of the arrival of a blue dragon. The dragon heralded the arrival of his rider, the Candidatemaster. Her stomach, already a little unsettled by unaccustomed wine and disappointment, heaved sickeningly as she realized that there was every possibility she could be dismissed from the Weyr for what she had done. The threat was dire, and even if they couldn't take Numenor away from her, if she was sent from the Weyr, she had no way to feed the bronze firelizard - or herself. Her only marketable skills were the sort usually performed by drudges, and while she could imagine there was something about performing them at a Weyr that made the labor more acceptable, her upbringing had ensured that nothing would convince her it was anything less than demeaning to serve so elsewhere.
Z'nal's anger sent Numenor flying quickly to Firyal's shoulder, where he wrapped his tail tightly around her throat and did his best to hide behind her ear. Her anxiety and the Candidatemaster's fury made for one very unhappy flit. Firyal could certainly relate, and did through the bond they shared. It only served to make her feel even more ill. She knew stealing was a grave offense, and she'd seen a few Holdless people in her life. Theirs was not an enviable position.
But she couldn't really allow others to suffer for something she saw as her fault. Not after seeing Conomor's reaction. Naturally, Z'nal wouldn't lift the punishment, but she felt she had to make an attempt.
"Candidatemaster," she said as she stood up and glanced briefly at the others assembled near her and very aware of the bottle of wine beside her in the stand. "This was my fault. I took the majority of the wine here. I didn't realize it was a good vintage, though I did know it was wrong to steal it."
She wanted very much to say she was sorry, but her throat was closing up with frightened tears, and she couldn't make herself say any more unless she wanted to start crying. Crying wouldn't get her out of trouble, and she hated doing it. Rather than let the Candidatemaster and the others see her cry, she slunk off in the direction of her room. If he wanted to catch up with her and call her out in front of the others, fine, but right now she didn't think she could bear it without shedding any tears.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:01 am
Veyes watched Conomor walk away and his eyes dropped. He hadn't taken all that wine - just two bottles from the kitchen. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone...especially Conomor. Now he wished, he hadn't even decided to come to the lake -should have just moped in his room. Great...as if the Weyr couldn't be a difficult place to live soon it would be unbearable.
He didn't bother to say anything to the Rider, he wished he could be invisible. In time, he'd become invisible again. Bowing slightly in respect so nothing else bad would happen, he turned on his heel and headed back towards the Weyr feeling if he could he would just go away.
There was no one to be angry with except himself. If he would have stayed alone like normal he wouldn't have been in this mess. He should have guessed that all the bottles Firyal brought would have been noticed. And if everyone was going to be on Latrine duty, he'd better protect himself. They weren't going to be happy with anyone of the people, who had been at the lake and he was sure that particular rider would let names slip. Cruel man...well sure...he probably was a type just like his father had been. Well, Veyes had suffered worse at home so he could take being hit again.
As he got back to his small space in the dorm he just hugged his knees to his chest as tears streaked down his face.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:10 am
Aww… just when Mal had been enjoying himself. Giggling like a moron at the grand story of Conomor and Gold Gildeth, Mal happily took some more of the wine. Ver’ good stuff, that. Whenever he had gone begging for wine, it had never been this good. Clearly, Veyes had some sort of a secret technique for getting it out of the cooks’ hands. Mal felt that he really ought to ask him about it later… “Oh, yes. You’d definitely have to grow your hair out. ‘S compulsory. Never seen a Goldrider with short hair.” Not that he’d seen very many in his life.
Normally, story-telling was something he was a natural at, but now the thoughts just wouldn’t come. It was like trying to reach for something through gelatin: slippery, oozy, and not something you really wanted to do. Instead, he merely listened dully to the others and watched the firelizards. Oh… wow! The fact that Numenor actually obeyed his owner was fascinating. “Wish Aeron would do that…” he muttered under his breath. “Only thing the little deadglow gets me is a bite.”
And then Z’nal came onto the scene. Mal was alert then, or as alert as he could get. Very, very slowly, he tried to fade into the background, because he could sense a shitstorm when it was coming. Unfortunately, the rider’s Blue was in the way. “Wait… what?” the words filtered into his mind and he set a glare on Veyes. “The wine was stolen?! What… oh, Faranth…” he put a hand up to his face and tried not to descend into the ‘crying drunk’ stage of life. He had been out there, without a Hold. Sure, it hadn’t been for very long, but that was quite long enough, thank you!
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Thank you for not tossing us out, sir.” Very quickly, Mal scuttled away, trying not to look too relieved. It was just… so unfair! For once in his life, he was trying to behave, but others were pulling him down anyway!
Aeron was upset too, but for largely different reasons. For once in his life, he had encountered a gold firelizard, and someone was taking her away! The Bronze flitt’s eyes swirled red as he flapped after Mal, annoyed that His would leave such a great meeting so soon. He was vaguely aware of his owner’s anger and disbelief, but he ignored those for the most part.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:29 am
Was completely startled by the appearance of the livid candidate master. He blinked taking a moment to take in the words, he hadn’t stolen anything. Roland worked in the kitchen had given it to him, not even a full skin and it was corked from what he could tell. Half the wax stopped having dropped into the drink, Probably the reason it hadn’t been served, but it had not been stolen! He looked at the other bottles and realised. Who on earth had stolen them? He looked around the circle and Conomor reaction. Vesyes? No he didn’t believe it. He shook his head as he dropped the bottle in his hand and the last of what remained spilled across the ground.
He quickly back up arms around himself eyes lowered, he hated all this shouting and it was the first time he had truly been afraid of a dragon, for the blue terrified him now. “I didn’t steal anything.” He muttered to quiet for anyone to hear. But another step…Splash.The small amount of wine had turned his usual akward grace intoo nothing but clumbsy flailing and knocked his sense of direction and distance clean from his head which mean He’d taken one step to far and it landed him on his a** in the shallow water. Quickly spluttering and shivering he scrambled to his feet. Draining buckets as he scrambled back onto the grass. Muttering a contant stream of appolgies as he did so.
"sorry, sorry I'm going now, please don't throw us out I didn't mean to do anyone wrong." he stuttered
Arms wrapped round the skinny form he fled tears streaking his face with the lake water so no one could tell one from the other, not daring to look up into anyone’s gaze as he headed back to his cot. Panic flooding him at the idea about being sent back to his father and brother so completely disgraced. Shaking and shivering he made it back to the dorms. Paused to strip from the wet clothes before climbing into the bedding and pulling the blanket over his head. He didn’t want anyone to see him cry. And he wasn’t even thinking forward to what misery was still to come.
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