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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:52 am
But still... Impressing to THIS one would be nice. Riordan gave a happy sigh, contented now that his stomach was full and with his mind on thoughts of dragons. "I heard the Touching's going to be soon." He couldn't wait to get to see the eggs... and even better, get to touch them!
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:59 am
Conomor grinned and nodded, unable to repress a shudder of excitement. "Yes, a couple of days from now I think." Excitement and apprehension battled for dominance within the well-muscled youth, and he shuddered again. "Well, that's still in the future for now," he said as he finished the last of his food. "For now, we might as well go and see what else the gather has to offer us." Dragonrider... dragonrider C'mor. It had a nice ring to it. Hopefully within a few sevendays, he would be able to call himself that. Time would tell, and for Conomor, it couldn't tell him soon enough.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 9:06 am
Riordan stuffed the last bits of meat and tuber into his mouth. "Yeah, it won't be lasting forever." This was definitely one of the best days he'd had in a while. Good food, good company, and no chores!
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 12:48 pm
Lana… ki…? That didn’t sound like a boy’s name. Clearly, there must have been some sort of gender confusion on Emori’s part. She discreetly glanced at her new acquaintance’s chest, which was almost at eye-level, and was both mollified and baffled at its lack of slope. The other candidate’s beautifully-lashed eyes gave her some hope, though in the end she decided there wasn’t enough information to make any real judgment. Lana would be viewed as a nice, but androgynous person until further notice.
“That’s right, I’ve been Searched,” she said, her voice tightening a bit on the last word, “but I expect to go home shortly after the Hatching.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 3:12 pm
He caught that in her words, and decided not to approach, Not right now. Definitely before the hatching though. There was something in her voice that made him watch to catch the young woman aside, and find out more about what was going on, before it turned into a canker.
Toward the boyish one he gave a slight nod in acknowledgment that he'd been seen, and waved faintly as he started to move off. He could catch up later, someplace quieter, he wanted to get to know the candidates anyway.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 4:30 pm
The girl's words stopped La's easygoing manner as effectively as if she'd thrown a punch...or something. Linking her hands securely behind her back, she looked Emori over once more, expression fading from cheerful to one of vague distaste. "So," she said slowly, keeping her voice as light as possible, "is it that you don't think you will Impress...or that you hope you won't?"
She couldn't quite keep the malice out of the last three words. This girl must be one of those anti-dragon Holders, the ones against the Weyrs...claiming the tithes were unfair and the dragonriders did nothing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 5:53 pm
“Oh, come on. Your father wouldn’t let the strings break,” Mal said, drawing out a dramatic pause as he took a sip of his drink. “Unbroken strings would be worth more.”
Mal cocked his head to one side to listen to Ennrik’s bemoaning of the Weyr’s situation. Or, more particularly of the relationship between the Weyr and the Holds and how things had been stretched more tightly than a harp’s string of late. He hadn’t noticed much of it himself, in a way. Mostly, that was due to his habit of mysteriously disappearing right when things were getting a bit dangerous. It was almost a sixth sense for him. As for being a hero, the ex-Harper didn’t even give it a moment’s thought. “Being a hero is a good way to die young, foolishly, and bloodily. Gotta admit. At least they go out in a blaze of glory.” He paused and thought about this for a moment before amending his statement. “Well, a blaze anyway. Some of them. If they don’t move fast enough.”
Personally, he was much happier living a long and boring life. Well, maybe not really boring, exactly. It was full of an excitement of sort. He was perfectly fine with merely singing about heroes and making up improbable stories about them battling off armies of flammable orphans. “And being a hero seems like staying in one place a lot too,” he commented as well, thinking a bit more deeply about the subject. “I like traveling.” And the lack of responsibility that came with it!
Meanwhile, he was completely oblivious to the little bundle of responsibility nestled within the egg. He merely grinned once more, pleased with himself for having won it, even if it was fake. The winning was the important thing, after all. “So they say! I’m not sure myself. I was just about to go ask how I can tell if it’s real or not and how I’m supposed to take care of the little thing. I could always sell it, I guess…” actually, that was a hitherto unconsidered idea. It just popped into his mind now. Judging by his facial expression, Mal didn’t like it much. “It would be a nice bundle of marks… but I’ve gotten attached to it already.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 6:57 pm
Put her foot in her mouth, she did. The tone of her words hadn’t been intentional, but it came so naturally that she hadn’t caught it quickly enough. The boy did, or so said the look on his face. A dragon-lover. Emori suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.
“Well, I just don’t expect to Impress,” she allowed, making an effort to sound unconcerned. “I have things to do where I came from, but the Searchriders were insistent. Everyone should be satisfied if I Stand just this once, don’t you think?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man she’d originally meant to speak to, walking away. She frowned as she watched his back disappear into the crowd.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 7:01 pm
"Well, with an attitude like that," La sniffed, "I'm sure you'll get just what you're looking for." And she turned on her heel and walked away before she could say something else and start an actual fight. Holders.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 7:15 pm
Emori watched the boy as he practically stomped away, half grateful and half disappointed that he'd ended the conversation so abruptly. She hadn't lied to him. She really didn't think she'd any chance of Impressing, not at all.
With a faint smile, she took another bite of her now-cold pastry and walked off in the opposite direction.
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