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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:15 am
Sen couldn't help but notice that no one really seemed to care what they were doing. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought they were only sparing them a passing glance because of what a weirdo Elae was. It was more fun that she didn't know better. And as far as her new friend being a weirdo, Sen was pretty sure she was too. The more the merrier!
It did make it more exciting to pretend they were something special. Thieves! Bandits, even! Holdless outlaws who had fought off large cats with small instruments after their parents had abandoned them for--
Yeah, just thieves would be fine.
"Right!" The tall woman--who resembled much more of a teenager at that time--gave a quick nod and bolted like a rabbit from a wolf. "Hurry! Hurry!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:54 pm
Giggling like mad, Elae sprinted after Sen, trying not to drop any of the pilfered goodies. That was far more difficult than it seemed, since they were very fresh meatrolls. This meant they were a little hotter than Elae had anticipated, which resulted in the Candidate trying to juggle them. And she really couldn’t juggle. Mostly, she just tried to keep them in the air and off the ground while she ran. That, at least, was a glorious victory.
Once they got back to the girl’s dorm----and, even more importantly, Sen’s alcove----Elae was able to dump the rolls on one of the cots. “Shards, those things are hot!” she said, as if she was honestly surprised that food taken right from a pan could possibly be warm. “Watch out, Sen. Ok. Now we’ve got our food… what’s next on the list to catch this dastardly villain? Or are we the villains now? I can’t remember…”
Not that it really mattered. They had food and now Elae had a new friend. Life was officially excellent.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:23 pm
Sen paused. Sen thought. Sen opened her mouth. Sen closed her mouth.
Now wait a minute... How did they come to this? She decided it was too hard to think on an empty stomach, so she grabbed one of the meatrolls and popped it in her mouth. Some learned by example. Some (read: Sen) didn't learn at all. The food stuff was spit back out into her a hand no more than half a second later, soon followed by a cry of "Hot!" Burnt tongue! Ouch!
A few puffs of breath later, the meatroll went back in her mouth and this time didn't make an encore. "Weren't we supposed to be finding something? The thief?"
If they did it now they'd just be hypocrites. Right?
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:38 pm
Well! This really was a conundrum! Elae paused and put her hand to her chin in deep thought in what she thought was a particularly dramatic pose. It wasn’t. Mostly, it looked as though she was trying to look dramatic and was failing horribly. It failed even more when Sen spat the meatroll bit back into her hand. “Oh, ew!! Shards… we should have taken some napkins or something… uh… here. There’s a handkerchief around here somewhere…” at least, she hoped there was.
“Oh right! The thief! Yes… well, we can’t possibly find anything on empty stomachs. And as you’ve cleverly deduced, the food is too hot to eat. Clearly, we cannot find the thief yet.” Yep. All very logical and well-thought out. Elae absent-mindedly wished that she could have deduced something from a footprint or maybe from the state of someone’s shoes. It was always so cool when people did that.
Admittedly, it was slightly less impressive when people deduced you were a Candidate. Pretty much everyone of age in a Weyr was a Candidate.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:28 am
"Oh." That was so insane that, somehow, it made perfect sense. That just so happened to be Sen's favorite kind of logic, and she would gladly abuse it, too. "Right, well, it's obvious I'll have to take as much food as I can with me. That way when it's cooled off, I'll know as soon as possible, and then I can resume the hunt for this thief."
The bandanna she always wore was destined for greater things than to be an fashion accessory. It's fate was to be a food 'borrowing' accessory. She brushed off any loose strands of hair, then began shoveling as much food as she could into the cloth before tying all four ends as if it were a bag. "I guess we should do some individual, undercover work to avoid suspicion. I bet he's close by, watching."
So what if she really only wanted to go eat?
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