Okassis had just struck out from the Kitchen Cavern and begun his way toward the Weyr's exit. Having eaten little more than a few bites for breakfast after a sleepless night, he probably didn't look like such a healthy individual; the worse for his unusually broody frown. With an empty pack slung haphazardly over one shoulder, he'd decided to take advantage of whatever pity-induced leniency the Weyr might have for Candidates skipping duties the day after Hatching in order to strike outside. Clear his head, you know; hike a few miles, enjoy the fresh air, scavenge some numbweed for his and S'van's lice cure....
S'van. Okassis gritted his teeth, thinking of his recently Impressed friend. Things were about to change; he knew it, S'van knew it, shards, the whole Weyr could probably see it coming. He'd been a dimglow to think anything else. The ex-seaholder had other things taking up his time now, and Okassis would just have to learn to--
His eye caught on something of interest. Not so far away from where he walked, stood a Weyrling with a brown. Looked like the little dragonet was getting oiled -
at least the Weyrfolk aren't the only ones with itchy heads, Okassis thought aimlessly. It took Okassis a few moments of thought, slowed by sleep deprivation and general stress, to put the face together with the fellow he'd met briefly at the Feast last night. Had he gotten a name from him...? It didn't seem so. In fact, Okassis didn't think he'd given a name, either.
Well, a day late, but wine excused most oversights of that nature. As long as he was standing and staring anyway, he might as well put his curiosity to use and greet the pair.
"Hey, I remember you! From the Feast, right?" Okassis was almost surprised by his own enthusiasm; he'd expected to sound tired and washed-out, but somehow, he found the energy for a convincing grin. "Surprised you're up already; seems like most the rest took the excuse to sleep in today. Name's Okassis, by the way - don't think that I caught yours?"
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