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 Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:21 pm
Dinnertime, finally!
Weylin was enthusiastic to finally be eating; he had spent the entire day chasing children around outside (the weather had been too nice to coop the poor things up in the stuffy creche) and his lunch had been sub-par at best, with all of his charges ever-so-innocently stealing bits of his food while he wasn't looking until he had more or less nothing left. In short, by the time he stepped into the dining cavern and inhaled the scent of food, Weylin was completely starved. Grinning hugely, Weylin hustled to grab food.
Heaping his dish with tubers, baked fish, and just about everything else he could pile on, he carried it with the utmost delicacy and glanced around to see if he could find anyone he knew. Kaskel, without whom he was so rarely seen, had not made himself present...and was most likely still playing with children or off flirting with someone. Which left Weylin alone. Blast.
But at this point, he had food, so he couldn't really complain. Shrugging to himself, he walked over to a relatively unoccupied table. Not even bothering to look around, he sat, poured himself a cupful of water, snatched up a piece of bread, and went to work eating. At this point, he was more or less dead to the world. No matter his delicate appearance, Weylin was still a teenage boy, and when he decided to eat, he ate with all the voracious appetite of one.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:49 pm
Ferris had finished her plate some time ago, but she had lingered a while in order to tell her story about how she came into possession of a flit egg over and over and over. But, one can only tell the same story so many times before it loses its luster, and the chatty girl rose with her small bowl of sand and headed towards the exit.
And then she spotted Weylin.
Oh ho ho. He had evaded her attention upon entrance, but now he had been spotted. Ferris paused in her steps, looked down at the bowl and its contents in her arms, and gave a smile and a shrug of one shoulder. She could tell her story ONE more time. Just for Weylin.
"HAY THERE, I'm-not-a-girl-Weylin!" Ferris greeted him loudly, suddenly, and with a sharp "friendly" smack between his shoulder blades. She then proceeded to step onto the bench he was on, walk across the table, and then sit down on the other side, all while chanting, "You're never gunna guess what I got."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:57 pm
The one thing about Ferris was that even if you saw her coming, you knew you couldn't escape. The girl was like one of Ista's nasty hurricanes: plenty of warning, but there was still nothing you could do. And they were even worse when you didn't quite know what was about to happen to you. The words came only a second before the inevitable, and Weylin barely had a second to tense up in surprise before Ferris smacked him a good one between the shoulderblades.
He then proceeded to choke. Loudly.
Clawing at his throat for a good thirty seconds, he eventually managed to cough his airways clear and gasped, a stream of tears running down his face as he gulped water in an attempt to make himself breathe again. Coughing and spluttering, he barely noticed as the girl walked across the table (across the table?) and sat down opposite him. When he was finally calm enough to breathe normally again, he looked up at Ferris and scowled at her.
"You shouldn't hit people when they're eating," he said, and then her comment sank home. "What'd you got, Ferris?" he asked, not quite deadpanning because, well, when Candidates got something exciting, it was interesting to know.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:05 pm
As Weylin coughed for his life, the girl probably spared a... oh, two-second look of concern before rolling her eyes and strumming her fingers in an impatient manner. When he finally got some words out, though, Ferris instantly stopped and brightened once more.
"Aw, but it creates such an interesting scene. And it gets ya cryin'." She gave a funny smirk that wrinkled the bridge of her nose and slitted her eyes some. But she was snapped with her expressions and soon it was off to talking business.
"Take a gander, Woman-Weylin," she said, sliding the sand bowl and its small, precious contents. The egg itself was boring as all hell -- a gray thing with darker spots that looked more like a rock than anything else -- but Ferris had a proud, bright glow about her as she gave it a small prod.
"Tell me what that is and I'll spare ya a slap the next time I see ya."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:10 pm
"I'm not a woman," Weylin said absently, the reaction more one of old habit than any particular desire to prove Ferris wrong. She'd been around long enough that Weylin didn't feel particularly worried about her actually confusing him for a woman. And when she produced the sand bowl, he raised an eyebrow. Oh, really now? That was something you didn't see a Candidate in possession of too often. True, a lot of them must have had one at some point, but eggs were still rare.
"You got a flitt egg," he said, not a question or an exclamation, just a simple statement. "Who did you steal it from?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:17 pm
"The man you slept with last night," she stated, as simply as had just moment before. She looked down, seeming to be almost bored now, and walked two of her fingers along the rim of the bowl.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:21 pm
"The, I....WHAT?!" Weylin's expression went from mildly interested to absolutely dumbstruck, and he looked blankly at Ferris. "The what?" Scowling, Weylin thumped his hands down on the table and gave Ferris his best furious glare. The look was well-practiced, the sort that made even the most persistent of young troublemakers stop what they were doing and apologize quietly.
"That's not funny," he said, deadpan.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:40 pm
At the first 'WHAT,' Ferris removed her hand from the bowl and semi-propped her chin on a 'table' she made with her fingers.
At the second 'WHAT,' she raised her eyebrows and drew her lips into a bow.
At the obviously well-practiced, furious glare, Ferris gave the cheekiest and sliest grin imaginable. It showed her dimples, touched her eyes, and and she arched one eyebrow to such height that it probably could have touched her hair-line.
"Ooooh," she semi-cooed, her lips forming a perfect "O." She maneuvered her knees up onto her bench and moved her torso across the table, her chin still propped on her hands that were now above the sand bowl.
"It's all in fun, my little Strawberry," she said when she was situated enough. She removed one hand and tapped his nose with one finger. "But there is a boy over there who has been winkin' at you this whole while. I was talkin' to him earlier; said he bedded you not two days ago." She pointed the same finger then over his shoulder.
There was no boy, but she couldn't help herself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 5:43 pm
Ferris's mocking was nothing new, but Weylin wasn't about to stand for it. He already had enough trouble from Nan just for existing in close proximity to Kaskel, without Ferris bellowing lies to the high heavens. And then when she continued talking and spouted the most obviously ridiculous story in the world, Weylin sputtered incoherently. Why did everyone insist on doing this to him?
"Shards, Ferris, stop telling lies!" he snapped when he regained full speech faculty, glaring her down and trying to keep himself composed. "I'm not a woman, and I am not gay. I like women." He looked over her shoulder, scowling, just to make sure nobody else was telling ridiculous stories about him. Nobody was there, and Weylin grumbled, turning away from Ferris and trying to ignore her nonsense.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 6:20 pm
Ferris dropped both hands onto the table, her cheeky grin falling as she opened her mouth and let her jaw hang for just a small second. "Aw c'mon, Weylin!" she cried, more serious this time.
She pushed her torso up off the table and reseated herself on her bench with a thud. "Why you gotta be like that? You know I don't lie that often. Would you prefer if I was always so brutally honest? Because right now I can say that you look like a whiny little pansy girl who just got her dolly takin' away. Poutin' all like that..."
She crossed her arms under her chest and crossed her legs under the table. "Yer always gettin' so uptight when sexuality comes up. Insecurity in one's self isn't a good thing, ya know."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:28 pm
Weylin sighed as he got Ferris to shut up, almost feeling bad that he had ruined her fun...except for the part where she started harassing him. Planting his elbows on the table, he rested his chin on his hands and listened to her as she griped at him. When she insulted him, he made a face at her, and when she crossed her arms over her chest, he braced himself. He knew that look from the children as much as from Ferris, and he knew that whatever she was going to say next would be either a challenge or another insult....
And there it went.
"Shards, Ferris!" He huffed and put his hands on his hips, a somewhat ineffectual gesture when his lower half was obscured below the table, but still. "I'm not insecure about anything!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:37 pm
Those eyebrows rose once more as she lifted her chin. She looked down the bridge of her nose, her mouth open just slightly, as if she was trying to see across the table and at his hips and lap. She couldn't, obviously, but it didn't matter -- she knew the gesture he was making.
"Oh really?" she commented, partially musing. "Ya know, when you do that, you look pretty womanly. You even have the hips for it all." Nope, couldn't keep her down.
She redirected her visual attention back on his face. "Do the kids at the creche ever get confused? Ya know... because of your womanly shape and all, but you bein' a man?" Her forehead wrinkled and her brows drew together as she asked her question. It was legit, she was actually really serious, and curious, about it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:44 pm
He would have replied to her initial comment, but when Ferris asked the question in dead seriousness, Weylin took a deep breath, sighed very softly, and glanced away. "Sometimes," he said grumpily. "But that's b'sides the point. Kids here are just easily confused because every girl in the entire fardling Weyr looks like a boy, and we're overrun with greenrider material." Huffing, he turned his attention back to his food and idly started picking at it again. He wished Ferris would just stop talking.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:54 pm
Ferris stop talking? That wouldn't happen in a million turns.
When Weylin admitted about the children occasionally being confused, she couldn't help but give a smile and a 'Aaaaaaaaahh haa.' But it didn't last long, and her attention swiftly migrated to what else he had said.
"And I'm sure seventy-five percent of those greenrider material girls are Harpers," she commented. "However, they're not the ones working at the creche. Maybe I should work there. I don't think they'd be confused anymore. ..." she gave a glance downwards and then looked back up again. Nope, confused is something they would not be.
"Though you standing next to me would probably offset the whole plan. ...Are you sure you're not gay?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:04 pm
"For the last time, Ferris, I am not gay! How many times do I have to tell you all this? It's not that I'm insecure or in denial or any of that other nonsense. I am not a woman pretending to be a man or anything like that. I. Am. Sharding. Straight!"
Weylin practically wailed the last sentence, throwing up his hands in desperation. There seemed to be no way she was going to listen to him at this point, and Weylin wasn't really sure what else he could do. Taking a deep breath and running his hands through his hair to calm himself down, he exhaled heavily in a gust and looked at the little bowl of sand again.
"...so. You got a flitt."
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