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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:56 pm
Well, after many pitfalls and failures in navigation, Ichta had become quite good at two things: Knowing her way around the Weyr, and knowing where all the hiding places were. Or rather, she knew were MOST of the hiding places were. She, unfortunately, did NOT know where to look when it came to things such as.. oh.. hiding in the barracks where she HADN'T been.
Though she had spent some time fumbling around with one particular favor that had been asked of her and then looking for a certain someone so she could..y'know.. GIVE IT TO HIM. Not like..punch give-it-to.. she was scrawny, any attempts on Ichta's part to punch someone would have resulted in her breaking an arm or something.
Then she REALLY would have been a gimp.
But at least she'd been smart enough to procure herself a BAG TO CARRY ALL HER STUFF IN after the lost-diary incident. That had proven useful as well, leaving her with a bag with her diary, some stuff to do quick patch-jobs with and...
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....a pair... of folded pants.
That she could have pulled up to her bellybutton... or higher, she hadn't actually TRIED to do it or anything. fadksf. Honest. IF SHE HAD BEEN QUESTIONED ABOUT IT, SHE WOULD HAVE BURST INTO TEARS. Then run away. If she hadn't already been running away SCREAMING. From what?
Who knew, who was going to stop her to ask now that she'd flung herself into the highest-place off of the floor possible for her?..Only to be stuck up there too. NOOOOO!!! SHE COULDN'T GET DOOOWN! MROOW! MROOOW! CAT UP A TREE.. ICHTA STUCK UP A...On a..yep. Seemed about right.
Ichta in distress, trapped up in one of the decorative sculptures.
Woe was she. Though really, what had warranted her to flee with such a loud (and rather obvious) shriek?
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:03 pm
It was Ormeteth who'd heard the sounds of distress at first. G'ran was the sort that he hardly even cared who'd gotten themselves into a sharding mess, meticulously flicking his knife over a piece of wood. It was turning out shoddy, something that irritated him, but he'd been out of practice for nearly a year now; Weyr life combined with the unexpected arrival of his lifemate had certainly proved to be a distraction.
The dragon was much bigger now--too big to follow G'ran around anymore like a simple hatching. He'd been out dozing in the sun when the sounds had made him start, half flexing his wings as though ready to surge into the air. Mine... Mine, I think she is lost again. Ormeteth observed astutely, almost sounding amused as he found the source of the squeals and craned his somewhat-longer neck to peer at.
Who? The man was clearly not concerned.
I don't remember. Ormeteth apologized, tilting his head to and fro with a bit of frustration. It has been a long time. She is small, and her face is a bit strange... Ah! She was supposed to fix your things!
...What was that wherry of a dragon talking about? Grunting to himself, the big man got to his feet and irritatedly made his way out of caverns, the rough carving and the knife tucked away in his pants. Where was this mysterious person, anyway? G'ran hadn't a clue.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 8:58 am
If she hadn't been so terrified of the idea of FALLING, Ichta may have actually enjoyed her current vantage point, even if it was only six feet or so off the ground -- then again, she was further off the ground than she was tall, so that may have been a factor in her LACK of ease of getting to the ground. OH NO. She could have just been smart and jumped up on a bench or something... BUT NO, THAT WASN'T HIGH ENOUGH FOR HER.
BAAAAH.
A whole NEW panic came over her when she saw the familiar (HUUUUGE, damn he wastallwhileshewasallshortsob) figure. WAIT, SHE WAS OVER HERE, I HAVE YOUR PAAAANNNNTTTTSSSSS. Not that she'd actually scream out about having ANYBODY'S pants -- that would have been very..awkward. She'd done it before. It had been VERY awkward. Sobsob.
Alas, it now meant she needed to stablize herself on top of her 'hiding place' for the sake of communicating without squawking. Though she HAD squeaked (quite loudly) in surprise at Ormeteth. By the shell, was THAT the little brown that had crooned and whirled happiness at her so many ...man, it felt like almost a turn ago. He was HUUUUGE. THen again, all of the dragons were 'big' to her.
"Shards, he's gotten big!" Ichta said, pushing herself up to sit on the shoulders of the sculpture she'd trapped herself on, seeming quite pleased with this, before frowning and yanking her collar back up over her chin, where it was meant to be.
As for G'ran, Ichta peered over the head of the statue down at him and frown awkwardly. UHHH, HAI? WHAT WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO TELL HIM? HAI, I'M UP HEER 'CAUSE I R DUMB.
UHHH. "Ididn'tthinkthisoutverywell..." she sniffed.
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