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 Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:38 pm
It was incredibly rare that Weylin ended up in Candidate quarters. As Weyr staff, he had a room and roommate of his own in the main of the Weyr, and that was where he was planning on staying until long after he became too old to Stand. Candidates were a different breed than Weyr staff allowed to participate in Hatchings, and honestly, while Weylin didn't dislike them, he also didn't run into a whole lot of them outside of Hatchings, Touchings, and mandatory lessons.
Of course, today, of all days, was the day that Speckle decided to get himself lost somewhere...Weylin didn't even know. He had searched all the flitt's usual haunts, scoured the creche and kitchens top-to-bottom, and even enlisted a few of his former charges (now employed working on everyday chores instead of driving him crazy) to keep an eye out. But the little blue flitt was nowhere to be seen.
"Sharditall," Weylin murmured, glancing around to ensure that the quarters into which he had wandered were the males' and not the females'. "Speckle, if you're in here, sharditall, I'm going to bring you to the kitchens and have you made into a meatroll!" he announced loudly, hopping that either the threat or the mention of food would attract the inquisitive little firelizard.
By the Egg, he hated poking around in places where he didn't belong! This was so uncomfortable. Shaking his head and grumbling, he set to work poking around (touching as little as possible) in the alcoves, hoping to find the bright little gem of an animal curled in someone's hammock.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 8:23 pm
Weylin was not alone in the Candidate quarters of the Weyr. Perhaps it was to relax after a hard day of work or to fling away the lingering effects of the sickness that had strangled the place; either way, near the middle of the room, a tall teenager was resting in his hammock. Occasionally, he would shift and turn in his sleep, yet sleep did not last long.
The shout/threat towards what could be hiding inside broke the holder from his light slumber. He sat up and wiped away the sleep in his eyes, letting out a small cough before eyeing the shadow standing in the archway.
Who the....by the shards of all the queen eggs....
"Hey..." Shards, he sounded stuffed up. "Why are you shouting? The whole Weyr can hear you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:16 am
Oh, he had interrupted someone. Of course. Grimacing, Weylin turned to face the speaker. Did he have a cold? Something like that. Eurgh, with the sickness still floating here and there around the Weyr, it was the last thing on Weylin's mind to put himself in the presence of a sick person. He managed to avoid wrinkling his nose, but his expression was one of mild surprise and the slightest hint of disgust.
"I'm shouting," he answered, "because I've lost my sharding mess of a firelizard. I know he's here somewhere," he added in a slightly louder voice, hoping the threat would inspire Speckle out of hiding. "He's gone off someplace, and I'm assuming it's here because I've looked everywhere else."
Except the girls' quarters. He had no intent to look there.
"You on bedrest because you're sick?" he asked, turning away from the other boy and poking about in another hammock.
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