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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 5:02 pm
To say Favan was unhappy would be the understatement of the century. And if Favan was simply 'unhappy', Cheoth had already flown into a rage.
Her Queen was curled up with her clutch, her clutch that someone had touched and Favan was fairly certain the young gold was never going to leave the eggs until they hatched. Faranth, if her dragon starved become some silly, two-bit candidate couldn't keep their hands to themselves, why, she'd...she'd...
She'd stake them out for Thread! That was exactly what she was going to do. Except that nagging corner of her brain noted there was no Thread falling and such a punishment would be rather...useless. Yes. She couldn't do that. Someone had to pay for this, someone had to pay. The eggs hadn't even hardened yet. What if the dimglow had injured the hatchlings!? Cheoth's first clutch! It was Cheoth's first clutch! Of all things.
Of course, Favan knew the culprit. The candidate hadn't been able to keep her big mouth shut. Of course, gossip traveled like wildfire and it only took a few days to reach the Queenrider and now? Now it was time for the sharding brat to get hers. How dare she touch Cheoth's eggs.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:11 pm
Kyllae was quickly and methodically running through every curseword she knew, trying to find the one that best expressed just how frustrated she was right now. It had been a mistake. A stupid mistake. She was an overeager candidate and she should have known better. She hadn't known the eggs were still going to be soft. And it was such a good chance...and now she was in deep, deep trouble. Probably worse than any she'd been in ever. She'd be lucky to escape unscathed. On the upside...no one could accuse her of being boring after this.
She was angry. She was blazing inside. She'd been really careful. She didn't think she'd done any damage. And at the same time, she recongnized why she was going to be punished, but was still frustrated about it. Really, she should have kept her mouth shut. So she would be plastered with a air of infamy from now on, huh? Fine. At least she was exciting enough to do something interesting. Honestly, all the goody-two shoes around here made her sick. Her thoughts were normally quite so degrading towards the Weyr's other occupants, but she had to find some way to take out her anger.
Physically, Kyllae's frustration was visible only as a scowl and the way her eyebrows drew together. She may be in trouble, but she sure as hell wasn't going to slouch or shy away from it. So what if she'd done something wrong? She would get in trouble and life would go on. She was supposed to go talk to Favan...that queenrider she was supposedly helping with her ILA stuff. Appearantly she liked boys? Kyllae stood a little taller, knowing that she had breasts and hips, and from what she'd heard, Favan didn't. Of course, Favan was also a goldrider, but...Kyllae was in the mood to dwell on her own benefits. Not her antagonist's.
She reached out with a hand, and wrapped the wall sharply with the back of her knuckles. A knock, if you would, to announce her presence. "You wanted to see me?" Her voice sounded as bored as she could possibly make it, as monotone as she could manage. No whining or complaining or giving in, that would just make it seem like she'd done something wrong! Which she had, but...she wouldn't act like it. She felt it lucky on her part that she'd had a chance to touch the eggs so early. Although what point was it touching the eggs, if now she wouldn't get to stand for them? Hrm, this was one to mull over after all this was over. Right now, she didn't want to think. It would hurt to much. She would just wallow and fester in her feelings for now. That way it was easiest to ignore the pit of disappointment she had built for herself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:35 pm
"YOU."
A scream ripped from Cheoth, echoing Favan's rage. The Queen was bright and alert, eyes whirling red as the one who dared touch her clutch approach again.
"Take another step and I'll let her have at you," the Jr. Weyrwoman spat, glaring daggers at the candidate who'd just entered. She was certainly old enough to have known better. The eggs were still soft, what was that sharding idiot thinking? Well, the answer to that was obvious. Nothing. Nothing but of herself. There was no respect, no nothing. She was worth nothing. She should not even be allowed to Stand, let alone remain her at the Weyr!
"If Thread were falling, I'd have you staked out for it," she snarled. "But since that's not an option, we'll have to come up with something else." Anyone who knew Favan would call her behavior animalisitc. Cheoth's anger was too strong for her to filter out completely and Favan had no real desire to do such. She was just as scandalized as her dragon, if not more so. Did no one at this Weyr respect her or her Cheoth?
"You realize, you wherrie-brained dimglow, that you might have killed the dragons. You might have killed them. Why should I even let you stay here?"
And so, Favan threw down the gauntlet, the only champion for her Queen.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 6:39 pm
Kyllae had no personal dislike of Cheoth. The way she reacted was expected, but...nonetheless, it was scary as hell. Queens were big, angry ones only seemed larger. Kyllae was exceptionally wary of the bulky gold, who looked ready to tear her to shreds. What a way to die that would be! But for the moment, Kyllae wasn't scared. Worst case scenario, she'd be sent home. But she'd still be alive, and she had something to go back to, at least. No, the worst part of that would be the disgrace. And the fact that she wouldn't no longer have a chance to impress.
And shells, she so badly wanted to! More than anything else at this point. Two failed impressions, and passing out at the last one...Kyllae was more than ready to move on from being a candidate. But at this point ot seemed unlikely she'd get to stand...or was Favan the kind of cruel, cunning woman, who'd force Kyllae to sit in the audience and watch while all the dragonets impressed to people other than her? Then again, judging by how worked up she was, Kyllae doubted Favan was thinking at all.
Kyllae wasn't scared of Favan physically. If push came to shove, Kyllae was confident in her fighting ability. But then again, making any sort of move like that would only make the situation worse. If Favan went out of control and started hitting her...maybe it'd be best to just sit there and take it? But that was only assuming she'd attack her. For now it seemed she was content to threaten her. No, Kyllae was worried about Favan's authority. No matter what way she looked at it, Favan was still a goldrider, and she, Kyllae, was only a candidate.
Kyllae was fumng on the inside. She wanted to scream back; didn't want to think about this, about what to do. But she had to, since Favan obviously wasn't going to. She took a deep breath and counted backwards from ten. It worked miracles in calming oneself down. Maybe if she could be calm, it would rub off on Favan? Cheoth's transmitting her rage wouldn't help that though...Kyllae sighed to herself, her eyes never leaving Favan, and though she so badly wanted to snap back, she was proud she didn't. A tongue weighed hardly anything, but there were few who could hold it. And once an ill remark was made...well, things just tended to go downhill. She was quite during Favan's yelling. Motionless. She leaned against the wall, focusing on it's texture, so she could ignore how upset she'd normally be about getting screamed at.
Favan was obviously...quite upset. She had a right to be, but that didn't make it easy to bear. For now, Kyllae pondered ways she might calm the Queenrider down. She looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes only momentarily leaving Favan, before they snapped back. Her words were not soft, Kyllae was not in the mood for soft, but they were careful, restrained, controlled. It would help no one to let the anger out at a time like this. "We do need to think of something. I made a mistake, I deserve to be punished." Oh, how disgusting and foul those words felt! Kyllae didn't particularly like admitting she'd messed up. But if she thought it posed any chance of resovling this in the best way possible...she would take it. She valued dignity and pride, but the hope of impressing a dragon came first.
"I do realize that now. It was a grave error. I would not have attempted anything of the sort if I had thought it posed a risk to the eggs. I hadn't expected them to be soft. There were absolutely no malicious thoughts involved." But Favan had said the dragons might have died? Was she implying they were okay now? Kyllae desperately hoped so. She felt sick at the notion of harming them. She had just wanted to touch them, was all. And...she hoped that by touching them, getting to know them a little...she might learn just a tad about the dragonets inside. Be that much closer to impressing. It took a lot of determination and steel on her part to attempt such a thing, and now she was being reprimanded for it. Just her luck.
She stood tall though, not proudly, but determined. She would own up to her mistake. Her rage, the intense fire telling her to act out quivered at her next thought, her next words. I am truly sorry for the pain and anxiety I have brought upon you." She made sure to look at Cheoth for part of that too. She felt a tad bad for causing the queen that kind of stress. But eugh! It was bad enough she'd had to say she'd made a mistake...but now she had to say she was sorry, to Favan? This was just getting worse and worse...
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:51 pm
Favan stiffened, eyes narrowing as the candidate spoke. Feeling distinctly spoken down to, the Jr. Weyrwoman straightened. She was not a pretty woman. Angles and lines, she was cut an imposing figure. Folding her arms over her chest, she took a deep breath and gathered her wits. Punishment would not be nearly as gratifying if she made the choice rashly. Cheoth did not appreciate the sentiment, but Favan was sure she was correct.
"You could never be sorry enough. As for your punishment. There will be no Touching. Cheoth won't allow it. You get to explain to all the other candidates why they will be put at risk at the next hatching. Providing, of course, the eggs actually hatch."
The Jr. Weyrwoman paused for a moment, giving Kyllae a once over before lifting her chin. "Why, exactly, did you keep touching them after you noticed the first one was soft? Or can you just not tell what a soft egg feels like?"
Jr. Weyrwoman Favan was out for blood.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 6:35 pm
Ouch. That was a stiff punishment indeed. Not only was she being denied a touching...everyone was. And they would blame it on her. All the candidates were going to hate her guts now. She was already planning just how to get word out...give a public announcement, an apology on her part, for denying everyone the opportunity for a touching...and she would have to sit there and take it, while everyone screamed, yelled, and otherwise cursed and raged at her. But she would be strong enough, to at least go out and make it known that there would be no touching, that she was sorry, and that it was a mistake. No matter what, she wouldn't sulk in her room, wouldn't hide or try and disappear.
Kyllae's hatred for Favan burned something fierce at that moment. How dare that woman subject her to this! She felt her muscles tense a little, and she clenched her jaw to keep her mouth shut. The humiliation she would be subjected to...was almost as bad as not being allowed to stand. And if she did impress...everyone would hate her for it. Favan had put her in quite the situation.
She made no move towards Favan; how could she and not get in more trouble? But her eyes were molten pools of disgust and anger, staring hard at Favan, as if she could make the Jr. Weyrwoman spontaneously combust just by glaring at her. "I wasn't exactly putting my hands all over them. Just a the tiniest brush with the very tips of my fingers. It was a minute or two before I realized they weren't quite as hard as they should be. I didn't have time to dwell or dawdle on each egg. "
She hadn't been in there long...a few minutes max. Otherwise she'd would've spent more time touching and going over each egg. And she'd really hardly touched them. Especially once she realized just how soft they really were. She couldn't tell Favan the real reason she was there though; she doubted the goldrider would understand. It was jut a hope, an empty dream, but Kyllae thought that if she touched the eggs...well, one of them might be more inclined to notice her at the hatching. At the time, it had seemed like a relatively good idea. And not being one to acknowledge fear or doubt...she had gone for it. In this case, her drive, her ambition, had turned the situation sour. Rancid even. She wasn't quite sure what she had expected to happen, but this definately wasn't it. But if Favan was trying to push her into a corner...scare her, or beat her into submission...Kyllae would prove tougher than she looked. She wasn't going to back down. Not now, not ever.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:17 pm
Favan narrowed her eyes further, shifting her stance. She placed her hands on her hips with great deliberation. If Kyllae wanted to pretend she was going to be one of those juvenile delinquents who'd never crack, the goldrider was more than happy to acquiesce. With all that anger still boiling away inside, who was she to deny herself the opportunity to release all the pressure? The most mature thing to do, definitely not. But did it feel the best? Certainly.
"Still no shame, Kyllae?" the lanky woman hissed. Behind her, Cheoth rumbled, as if to add effect. "Fine. I can keep piling on the punishments. You will be assigned to the Infirmary after the Hatching to help deal with any and all injuries from the dragonets, since there will be no Touching to hep avoid that sort of situation." The Jr. Weyrwoman sniffed and gave the candidate a steeled look.
She was only getting started.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 8:01 pm
Delinquent? Maybe. Troublesome? Often. Overconfident? Always. Stubborn? Of course. Kyllae knew this might now be the best situation to be in...going head to head with Favan would only result in more punishment. But honestly, she wasn't going whine and grovel and ask for mercy. This was such a bad idea...but she kept at it. She was smart enough to be nice enough with her words, but she wouldn't back down. This woman, if she could be called that, had nothing on Kyllae, in her mind, aside from a chunky, grumpy gold.
"Shame? I don't have time for shame. I have to make up for my mistakes, don't I? I can apologize, but being ashamed and sulking would take away time that I need to do chores and lessons." Kyllae replied with a shrug, just a tiny bit of sarcasm slipping through. Did Favan really have such a low opinion of her dragon's young, that she thought they'd maul everybody on sight? Then again, if they were anything like their mother...they just might. But really, hadn't touchings only started, like...two hundred years ago, or something? And with proper education and training, most candidates, Kyllae felt, were smart enough to know to get out of the way. It wasn't like dragonets attacked the candidates on purpose. Weren't they just trying to get at Theirs?
She was tempted to let some of this slip. To ask Favan why she was so sure there would be that many maulings. At the last hatching there had been that one ornery, nasty dragonet in particular that'd mauled a few people. The one before that was injury free, and the one before, only one girl had been injured by Haanyath. Kyllae had a hard time believing the touchings made that much of a difference, as long as the candidates were smart, there was much less hazard. But again, she didn't feel the need to voice this to Favan at the time. She was in deep enough trouble already, right?
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 8:29 pm
"Well, let's make sure you learn from this mistake. Kyllae, you are banned from this Hatching."
Favan turned and stalked back to her dragon's side. She was done here. The girl could b***h and complain all she wanted, but the facts stood. Cheoth would never let her anywhere near the eggs, even if she tried to sneak around Favan's orders. The damage was done. She could never make Kyllae suffer like she did, suffer like Cheoth did, but she could certainly try.
"If I catch you anywhere near the sands, I will personally have you tossed out of this Weyr. Now get out of my sight."
[[ OOC: Since this is IC punishment and not OOC, Kyllae is still technically eligible through Stands Impression. ]]
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 12:53 pm
}~{OOC: Mmkay, awesome <3 Thanks so much for this RP; Kyllae needed her a** kicked xD}~{
Kyllae's stomache knotted, and practically did a backflip. She bit her tongue to hold back a cry of outrage. That disgusting woman! She, she...oh shells, Kyllae knew Favan was in the right to deal that kind of punishment, but that didn't make it any easier for Kyllae to deal with. Her lip twitched, her face contorting into a sneer of contempt, before Kyllae found her composure and once again and straightened her face.
She could have said something snarky, but even if it was delayed, her common sense was kicking in a little. Fine. She would leave. She was already trying to figure out ways to get back at Favan; without getting caught, of course. That was the most important thing. She'd be damned if she'd take this quietly. She would brood for now, but she was far from done. She wasn't impressed with Favan, and found it hard to respect the Jr. Weyrwoman who was both physically older than her, and of much higher rank; yet who could still prove juvenile in her actions. Kyllae didn't care if she was being hypocritical, all she cared about now was figuring out a new way to get what she wanted.
She couldn't be in the sands...fine. Favan had never specified that she couldn't be in the stands though. Hadn't impressions from the stands been known to happen? She would give a shot, because she refused to give up. She didn't try to delude herself into thinking that she didn't want one of Cheoth's offspring. That would be a lie. No matter who the mother was, Kyllae was adamant about trying to impress a dragonet. Ha, wouldn't that be funny, how angry Favan would be if Kyllae impressed from the stands?
With that thought in mind, Kyllae turned and stalked lithely back down the hall, chin held high, eyes gleaming. She would never stop, ever. And if Favan thought that'd be the last she'd see of Kyllae,the Jr. Weyrwoman was terribly mistaken.
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