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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 7:44 pm
Pacing up and down the hallway Quindrife couldn’t help but feel the tight knot in the base of her stomach. She wanted to hide the bruises and the ripped skin that lingered at her knuckles it was after all a telltale sign that she was going to be in trouble yet again. This time it wasn’t due to a fight, this time the battle wounds were self inflected and fairly gruesome, Tasryn had upset her and caused the longhaired brunette to take out her aggression on the nearest inanimate object which was the jagged cut away wall of the passage that she had occupied at the time. If anyone saw her in such a state she would without a doubt be in loads of trouble with the candidate master. Or worse yet, T’rel her older brother, the weyrleader.
Gritting her teeth together Quindrife snapped at her heels and walked the other direction, what was she going to do! This was so very serious. She was hanging on by a thin thread of leniency that the blonde man had spared her the last time that she was in trouble. Grumbling under her breath the awkwardly built tomboy turned a corner and strolled down the long passage towards the dinning hall. Letting out a small chirp the unnamed flit clung to her broad shoulder and protectively wrapped his long tail around her throat, burrowing his snout into her hair the little brown let out a quizzical noise then nuzzles against the side of her narrow, angular face.
“Shh, it is okay, my love. C’mon, lets get you something to eat. Dinner should be ready, I just hope no one sees my hands.” Softly murmured the teen barely through her pouty pink lips. She would get dinner then sneak into the healer’s ward for some bandages, that was a trick she was still teaching her boy, the flit almost had it down but she was too protective to let him pop between to fetch the gauze for her. She didn’t want him to get scared. He was such a precious little beast and so easily frightened by strangers, she hated it when he was upset just as much as he hated it when she was. They truly were a wonderful match. Edging into the dinning hall with her shoulders stooped in effort to look nonchalant Quindrife looked up and down at the tables and spotted a seat near the back that was ever so slightly hidden in shadows. Perfect. As long as she could make it through dinner she would be home free.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:20 pm
T'rel had meant to talk to Quindrife. He didn't believe their story, at least not yet. He wanted to know more about them, first. Quindrife seemed like the typical bully sort, and though the weyrleader didn't like to put labels on anyone, he was in a state where he didn't quite care. He noticed her in the back, and went to join her. Not many had arrived, the candidate was early. That caused him to wonder. Why was she early?
"Quindrife?" Her name was Quindrife, wasn't it? In the days that had passed since Ky't had gone between, the once confident Weyrleader seemed to have lost all certainty. Dinner was almost ready, he supposed. He would let this slide. She looked like she was upset about something.
Of course, T'rel had assumed she always was upset about something. "How are you?" Not that he cared, not really, no. Not more than a Weyrleader would care for the wellbeing of future dragonriders. He cared only that his Ky't was gone. Thread would soon fall again, and take more lives. "Is that your firelizard? He's a lovely color."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:23 pm
“Yes, Weyrleader, sir,” the tomboy answered in a rather respectful tone, the tenor that she normally used to address her superiors. Her face remained calm but her pale gray eyes danced with turmoil and sorrow. She was so very upset and it was clearly apparent to any that was near her, cantering his head to the side her firelizard let out a croon as he wrapped his tail around his bonded one’s neck protectively while at the same time burrowing his snout into her shoulder. “Thank you sir, he is lovely isn’t he? I haven’t named him yet, I just--- I want to pick the perfect name for him.”
Keeping her eyes low Quindrife tucked her mangled fist underneath the brown’s overly sized wings, the expression on her face was forlorn and rather somber though it was clear the girl was attempting to keep her face neutral and even. “Is there something that you needed from me, sir?” She asked in a soft voice that slightly wavered. If he said anything, she would explode and she knew it. She would end up saying something she would regret if he so much as said anything condescending to her today.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:59 pm
"Needed?" T'rel repeated, puzzled. "No, I was curious as to what brought you here so early. Has something upset you?" It certainly looked like it, the expression she wore. Maybe she had heard about Ky't? No, he didn't think the candidate would be so upset about that. "I Impressed a green from that clutch," T'rel told her with a sad sort of smile. "Her name's Lilu." He hadn't paid much attention to the tiny green as of late. He hadn't paid much mind to much of anything, really. Ky't was gone.
At times he would almost forget. At times he would look for his Weyrwoman, and wonder where she was, until he remembered. Between. Ky't had gone between. He shook his head, as if to clear his mind, and studied the candidate before him. There was no real connection between them, he realized, besides that of a Weyrleader and candidate. "You're hurt," he observed, frowning slightly. "Did you get into another fight?" He had warned her to be on her best behavior, and yet here she was, injured again. Honestly, what was that candidate master doing? "Tell me what happened."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:22 pm
Another fight?
Is that what he honestly thought? She had promised she would be on her best behaviour, all she had to offer was her word, was that not good enough for him. She didn’t let the anger settle in her face yet the emotion certainly touched her steely gray eyes. Pulling her fist away from the hiding spot of her flit she set her damaged hands down in clear view for the blonde haired man. “No I didn’t get into a fight.” Quindrife stated in a firm, yet cool voice. She was minding her self around him. She didn’t want to be banned from the sands. Not again this turn. “I didn’t get into a fight. I promised you I wouldn’t.”
Wriggling her broad shoulders the brunette felt her firelizard give her throat a comforting squeeze, glancing up into his big brown eyes the candidate girl offered the faintest of cocked smiles. “I think I remember you there, I was rather busy trying to get this one. He just called to me, ya know? He is so perfect. I wouldn’t want any other firelizard, not even a bronze or a gold.” Quindrife allowed her sentence to drop as she stared up at T’rel. He didn’t believe her. She was just a brute and that is exactly what he thought about her, she just knew it. “I punched a wall. That is how I hurt my hands, sir.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:44 pm
"Why did you punch a wall?" T'rel was curious this time, no accusing tone. It seemed more important at the time to know why she had done it, rather than where she had done it, to see if she'd done any damage to the wall. "Shouldn't you go see a healer? That looks painful." He winced at the sight. He would have gone to see a healer straight away and gotten some fellis. The Weyrleader did not deal with pain well. He nodded at her as she denied that she'd been in a fight. "But why did you punch the wall?" he pressed. "You must have been upset about something."
And though it seemed rather silly to hit something that wasn't soft or curl up with a dragon when one was upset to T'rel, he had to remember what it had been like to be a candidate. The smaller things had mattered then so much more than they did now. With Thread falling again... The small things didn't matter as much.
"Do you want something to eat?" he asked. "I usually come down here a candlemark or so early. It's a half mark till the candidates will be filtering in."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:11 pm
Quindrife flexed her hands a bit, the pain that surfaced from the action was almost a masochistic relief. A bit of fresh blood slowly pulled forward and spread across her knuckles. “Girl troubles I guess.” She stated rather candidly, her voice still forlorn and low. She had made a fool of herself in front of a candidate girl that she really liked and felt so rejected. Balling her hand into a fist she dragged it back over to her lap and hide it there. “I don’t mind the pain. And besides if I go to the healer then I will get in trouble. I always get in trouble when I get hurt. No one ever believes me when I say I didn’t do anything. So I just have to grin and bare it. Like a man.” Glancing down the tall brunette stared at her flit with a softened gaze.
Crooning up at his bonded one the little brown squeezed her neck tighter while rubbing his snout against her chest lovingly. “I’m not too hungry actually. Thank you though. I just came down here to feed him. I don’t want to eat anything. Not really.”
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