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 Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 5:06 am
It just had to rain. Oh, certainly the squall that had washed ashore meant a reprieve from the heat; though it was a tropical rain, warm and it only seemed to make everyone feel that much more sticky, what irked Darcir was the fact that he had been stuck outside.
This day had not gone well, as he was forced to muck out the stables. Cleaning up after runnerbeasts was not what he'd been born to do; though he understood his rank meant nothing and he'd been stuck with the task before, it didn't mean he had to embrace such work. Secondly, though everyone had been given a fair warning about the approaching storm, with dark clouds fast approaching over the seashore he had not been allowed to leave his duties unattended.
Nope. . . .
It was only when the thick drops of rain poured down from the sky like a sheet of silk that word was given to head in doors. Of course, Darcir wasn't going to be so foolish. Not only was he already soaked, but the Dining Caverns was going to be full to the brim with people packed inside. Secondly, all that would happen was he'd be handed dishes to wash or floors and tables to scrub and though he was a hard worker. . . he did also enjoy a spot of free time now and again.
He wasn't idle and lazy like some candidates and riders. . . but he certainly didn't mind a breather now and again.
Hair sticking to his fine features, the candidate with the endless scowl leaned against the entrance to the stables. There weren't many runner beasts, as most came to the Weyr by dragon, but some visitors and guests did enjoy the occassional ride. One look down the stables proved which came from prosperous holds (or were carrying wealthy guests) while others were either on hand for Weyr use or from the less wealthy.
Arms crossed the young man glared out at the storm. He'd lived at Ista long enough to know how these storms worked; they blew in fast, dumped a load of water and moisture, before blowing over just as quickly. The ran looked refreshing, but he wasn't about to dirty himself further. He was wet enough with out worrying about stepping in puddles mixed with both mud and s**t. . .
Nope. He'd enjoy the down time within the stables for now. Where his fellow workers had gone, he wasn't sure but good riddance. For just a moment he was blessed with respite from everyone and everything. . .
And yes, he did like it that way.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 4:55 pm
Renna hadn't heard the storm warnings, or perhaps she simply hadn't listened. Either way, she had gotten caught in the storm too. Despite the number of Candidates that had left the Weyr recently, Renna was still stuck sleeping on a bed roll on the floor next to a handful of other Candidates. The bed roll she'd made when she first arrived just wasn't cutting it anymore. And so, with the high hopes of fashioning a new one, she'd set out earlier, but halfway through her collecting, the rain had started, forcing the tall brunette to abandon her reeds and take off at a run.
Breaking from the line of trees, she spotted the stables up ahead. The poor thing was already drenched, hair sticking in heavy clumps to her cheeks, tunic puckered to her stomach and chest, but it would be nice to have a moment of rest. Exploding through the open entrance way, Renna broke her speed immediately, slamming her hands on her thighs and panting. The girl was getting in better shape every day -- but that change did not happen overnight.
Flushed, drenched, and sweating, Renna quietly realized that someone else was there. Oh, awkward. Very awkward. She straightened slowly, tugging her clinging shirt from her stomach. It had gone see-through in the rain, but her short blue vest kept it from indecency. Still, for someone like Renna, it just made things more awkward.
"Hi," she volunteered, offering a short wave. She'd never seen him before, but with so many people in the Weyr, that really was not too unusual. "I suppose I'm not the only one taking refuge in the stables." She smiled in one corner of her mouth, popping out one hip and crossing her arms over her stomach.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 2:38 am
As Renna had never been witness to Darcir, the same could likewise be true the other way. Glancing behind him, one brow quirked as he looked upon the water-logged female that had darted in to the stables. She wore knots of a candidate, just like he, but her face was like every other females in all of Ista. She blended in to thought and mind as a no body, as just another life that ate resources, used supplies, and suffered in every way like he.
Faranth forbid she be the social sort. . . Though all his months at Ista were beginning to wear on the young man's upbringing. He was still a fairly strict creature by nature, but there were moments where Ista life warred and dominated his life back at the Hold.
Lucky for Renna she was female, her gender worked in her favor. Yes, the man did sometimes treat men differently then he did the ladies, but it was the way he'd been brought up and raised. Men were to be strong, to always keep up appearances and have a sterling attitude and work ethic; women, on the other hand, were the weaker sex and therefor allowed and forgiven their more sociable, flightly airs. They too were expected to work hard but if they were more emotional about some subject or another, or thought up silliness, it was to be forgiven.
Giving the lady a little nod, (he knew how to treat women nicely, surprise, surprise) and a slight bow the young man still kept his serious attitude. It wasn't that he wasn't friendly (ok, maybe just a little) but smiles weren't something he easily displayed. "Greetings," he responded, noting just how drenched she was. Hnn. A glance around him proved there were towels of sorts, but all of them covered in dirt or hay or grime of some sort. Not proper for a lady, not . . . not really. "There are others here, but I'm not sure if they've taken off for the Lower Caverns or are curled up elsewhere." Might as well warn her that others might make an appearance.
Turning back to the rain, he put his focus on Liu. The fire lizard appeared from between, dry (thankfully) and came to rest on his outsretched arm. It took a moment, but the green firelizards eyes went from a soft blue to a bright green and whirled quicker. For a green, he knew his little lady was quite well trained, but then again Darcir would have it no other way.
The fire-lizard disappeared and for a few moments nothing but the rain was heard. He wasn't one for conversation, but if Renna felt slighted or ignored it wasn't truly intentional. A small creel and the green figure appeared once more, a silken handkerchief within her claws. She circled Darcir once before turning her attention on Renna, spiraling around the lady giving encouraging chirrups.
"It's not much," his serious voice broke through, "but it's clean and you can at least dry your face." He turned back to face her, slight scowl still on his face though honestly he wasn't angry or upset. He was being sociable, being nice, he just had a default 'serious' expression when it came to everything.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 7:43 am
Renna faked a few yawns to allow herself deeper breaths of air, but it did little to shield how very out of breath she still was from her sprint from the shore. See, if she had a dragon, she wouldn't need to run at all. To her, it was just another thing that made her qualified to be a rider! Her need for... transportation? Yikes -- well, Renna probably told herself that it was simply another way in which a dragon could complete her life at any rate. Keeping her feet planted, she appraised the other rain-dodger, noting his Candidate knots. At his greeting, she glanced down the length of the stables for others, but as far as she could see, no one was there -- probably had found a seat in a stall, or made a run for it.
"Suppose I wasn't the only one to miss the storm warning," she mused, wiping a bit of water from her eyes. Renna was not put off by the fellow Candidate's stern demeanor; she much preferred that to an overly emotional wherry of a person. Still, she felt ancy at the moments of silence that passed -- that was, until the flit appeared. "Shards, does everyone here have a flit?" she said, dropping her hands. Sure, they were quite close to the sea so it made a lot of sense that they would have more than the average Weyr, but lately, Renna felt like she couldn't take two steps without tripping over someone's flit. Truth be told, she was quite jealous and desperately wanted one of her own. So when the green flit returned with a handkerchief for her, Renna smiled a bit wider than she usually did, eying the creature with immense curiosity. "Thanks," Renna murmured, nodding to both the flit and its keeper.
The handkerchief seemed like it was too nice to be used as a towel, but Renna did not complain or refuse the gesture. Dabbing at her face, she used her other hand to wring out the sopping mess that was her ponytail. "Really, thanks..." she began, pausing at his name. "I don't think we've met. Not that it's too surprising with all the Candidates running around. I'm Renna." Well, if she was going to be stuck here, she might as well enjoy some light conversation -- even if the new face didn't seem to keen on it.
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