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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:53 pm
Okay... she remembered to pack it when she left. Mom had made sure she had it, and Ichta remembered taking the small leatherbound book out of her bag to write in that morning at breakfast.. and then she'd gone back to her cot... and then out to watch the new riders and 'theirs' (was that the term that was used? She was so lost in this Weyr.
Certainly Ichta had been able to follow one of her more experienced rooming 'friends' (she did have to keep them at arms length for her sanity) down to breakfast, as well as back to the barracks... but somewhere amongst all of her wanderings chores had come into play.
Somewhere between her room and chores her diary had gone missing! This wouldn't have been so bad if she had been able to retrace her steps -- which to say the least hadn't happened. Things looked a lot like each other and over the course of the day she'd only succeeded in getting herself lost in the foreign building.
Great way to start everything off there, Ichta-dear. Now someone was going to find her diary and read all of her horrible worries about ...about... 'him'!!
fdsjlk!!
But at least she'd made her way back to the Commons without losing herself amongst the rest of the Weyr. Just great... she was losing her mind! She'd checked her cot three times to find it.. but now that left her wondering where on earth it had gone to hide itself!
H-had someone taken it?
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:47 pm
Being cooped up by yourself for too long without company is not healthy, Mine. I will find you a friend, soon. The dragonet had insisted that the man come out of his shell and come take a walk with him! Sitting for so long was making his little legs twitch with anxiety, and being out and about sounded much more appealing to him than having nothing at all to do.
G'ran was still struggling to get used to the company of the little brown--no, that wasn't right. He'd already fully embraced Ormeteth's presence, his comfort and company. It was just a little strange to realize that he was a dragonrider. That he suddenly had a lifepartner that would never leave him of his own freewill. When he asked why or how the brown had sought him out, he only replied that was because G'ran was His! And that had seemed to be that. He certainly wasn't going to question it.
Ormeteth was still small enough to wind his way inside with ease, pausing to playfully n** at his rider's heels whenever he thought he was being just a little too slow. Show some enthusiasm! But he paused a little, tilting his head with whirling eyes to stare at the anxious girl who was also making her way through the area. Perfect! Good! Go ask her what's wrong, Mine, offer to help! Be a gentleman!
G'ran stared so hard at the dragon he was surprised his eyes didn't pop out. He wanted him to what?
Go! Ormeteth was definitely prancing a little, both teasing, but also excited. This was a good start to the day!
With Ormeteth firmly pressing into the backs of his legs, the giant awkwardly approached the smaller girl, his eyes ruefully darting from his feet to her face. But instinct suddenly kept him still, knowing this was totally out of character for him, and dragon or not, he wasn't going to make a sharding fool out of himself!
Sensing the sudden stubbornness, Ormeteth would be the one to dart up to the girl instead, sitting on his hinds to peer up at her prettily with a soft croon. Fine, I will hold her still for you if you are too scared to do it.
That did it. "Wherrybrained herdbeast of a dragon." G'ran swore under his breath.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:59 pm
As if KNOWING someone was looking at her face long before her 'OHAE, COMPANY' sensors went off, Ichta instinctively shifted the collar of her shirt to cover the very bottom of the scar on her chin -- oh self consciousness, striking again! However, it seemed that the one who would be coming to 'help' the poor 'damsel in distress' wasn't a rider or even another candidate..
....
.... but a rather attractive little dragon who was acting ever so friendly towards her. Oh yes, little dragons were OK for Ichta to handle, but Faranth forbid if it had been a flitt -- she probably would have frozen in horror. Not run for the hills, just.. frozen. Thank goodness there weren't any crazy mindhealers with distressed bronzes to make latch to her!
It wouldn't have ended well at all.
"O-oh.. hello little dragon..." she greeted awkwardly, distancing herself even from Ormeteth (though not the normal arm's length she was prone to with humans) to coo right back at him. How darling! He would be.. a brown. No mistaking the color of this one -- with a couple of the brown and bronzes she was a little more puzzled, but this one was unmistakable.
However, it was after a moment of this fawning with 'aww' that she realized that this probably meant there was a rider around to go with this friendly little dragon -- which was the only thing that prevented her from possibly reaching out to scratch his eyeridges. Hmm.
Well...
.... The ever so.. statuesque man (boy? No no, man. He was far too large in stature to be near her age) seemed to be the only one who was even looking in their direction...
"Umm... he's.." she pointed to the dragon while looking at G'ran with a slight frown. Uhh.. "He's yours, yes?" Ichta inquired, feeling ever so..prying with the question.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:07 pm
Ormeteth blinked brightly up at her as she spoke, his eyes whirling quite happily at the tone she was treating him with. Oh! How nice, she would be very good practice for His! Expectantly, he glanced over his shoulder, and the man could have sworn the dragon was grinning at him.
Sharding little dimglowed wherry-excuse of a dragon.
Gritting his jaw uncomfortably as the girl noticed and addressed him, too awkward with the prospect of talking to someone female to even notice the scars on her chin and lips, shuffling in place before he straightened. Couldn't be threatening, but couldn't leave, either. If he drove her off, Ormeteth would be upset; leaving would produce much of the same effect. So for now, he would bear it reluctantly, even nodding at her question.
"Ormeteth." He grunted and thrust his chin at the still-crooning brown. "...I'm G'ran."
And now I do not need to hold her anymore, because you are here to do so. The dragonet couldn't have been more pleased.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:47 pm
Either way, Ichta was almost OCD about keeping the collar of her shirt up to at least cover her chin (Honestly, one day it'd give her heat-stroke to keep doing it. That'd be just wonderful too!), but at least was polite enough to respond to the prompt she'd.. silently been given.
'Remember, Ichta, when someone else introduces themselves to you, you have to return the favor' Yes mother, she remembered.
"A-ah! It's.. nice to meet you." she chimed with a smile, nodding her head a bit, before cooing at Ometeth again, "And you as well. I'm Ichta." Nice and simple little name -- she liked it at the very least, that was for sure. Which was good - meant she'd not be honorizing it (and she didn't have to? That was the impression she'd gotten from other girls).
However, she did seem to notice that G'ran was a touch uncomfortable -- which in turn made her shift a little awkwardly. Oh no! Was she in his personal bubble? Well.. he didn't seem to anxious to get her to back off, so maybe he..
...
.... was a little bit shy? But his partner was so social and charming! That was actually a slightly surprising notion for her.
"I'm new here, so..." So...? .. She didn't seem to want to say what this 'so' that came with her being new was. Then again, she didn't want to impose.. but she couldn't seem anxious to leave either! Ohhh no! She really did like the little dragon, Ormeteth, and his rider seemed to not be too bad based on the whole three words he'd said so she didn't want either of them to think they'd just.. frightened her off!
Ahh! But..but.. she needed to find where she'd put her diary! (And then figure out the best ways to not get lost inside the Weyr)
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 3:57 pm
Ichta. Short, simple, but he still couldn't guarantee he'd remember it. Ormeteth didn't seem to be too good with names, either, so between the pair of them...
He noticed the way she was covering her chin oddly, made his thick brows furrow with confusion before he simply dismissed the behavior. Even though it sparked curiosity, he can almost guarantee that he didn't want to know the answer. Shifted slightly as she continued to speak, G'ran rolled his shoulders and resisted the urge to grunt noncommittally under his breath.
"Candidate?" He offered shortly, narrowing his eyes at her expression. She looked anxious, somehow, and he recalled faintly that Ormeteth had said she'd looked troubled before scurrying over to irritate at her.
And now you're here to help! The dragon sounded pleased with himself. Typically.
"...Says he saw you looking anxious 'fore we came over." The rider eventually grunted, not sure what else to say.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 4:10 pm
Well she wasn't expecting her name to be the most memorable thing about her, so she wouldn't exactly be offended if he forgot it (if they met again, that was). As far as Ichta knew, she didn't leave too big of an impression on people -- maybe it was her mannerisms... then again, her mannerisms may have been EXACTLY what made her memorable.. what with her purposely distancing herself from other people.
But ohhhhh dear.. it seemed that it was indeed those mannerisms of hers which had attracted attention in the first place. Ohhhhh Faranth. She'd been caught!
"Oh... do I seem that way...?" she asked, laughing awkwardly (like that didn't make her more suspicious) before she folded her arms and sighed again. Yep, so guilty of having been caught in the act.
"I-I guess...." .... okay, she really needed to stop chopping her sentances off like she was. But she soon took a REALLY deep breath (like she was gathering every little ounce of courage she had.. which wasn't a lot, sadly) and just came out with it...mostly. "I lost something earlier today... and I'm not exactly sure where it was I left it, as I visited a few places with one of the girl's I room with....... however, tracing my steps has caused me to end up at about four different places that I didn't go to, and now..."
....Yeeeeees?
"I just keep getting lost...." .. and there went her posture, akin to the wilting of a flower.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:11 pm
G'ran would just stare at her laughing, clearly not having much to say on that. That, of course, made the situation even more awkward, but why would he laugh? As far as he knew, there was nothing particularly funny. And since she seemed to know nothing was funny, he just stood there until she started to talk.
He wasn't particularly impatient when she stumbled over her words, not much of a talker herself, and eventually it all spilled out. Lost something? The man just grated his jaws together for a moment, scratched the back of his head slowly, and then just made a low, clearly displeased sound. That wasn't his job, finding things. Sorry, but he wasn't able to help, he had things to do.
Like what?
Ignoring Ormeteth, G'ran studied her limp stance a little more closely for a moment, shifted his jaws irritably, and then dropped the question. "...Where did you all go, today...?" He eventually sighed, not sure what else to say. It's not like Ormeteth was going to let him leave... or at least, without hearing the end of it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:38 pm
Yeaaah.. she actually wasn't expecting any help in this case either -- it was her problem and getting lost was her business. Nobody else should have had to hold themselves responsible for what it was she'd been irresponsible with. Not to forget she'd likely figure out where it was she was going after so long.
Maybe.
Then again, she seemed to wince, as though ashamed that she'd even BROUGHT IT UP when HE'D ASKED, when he asked where she'd actually been that day. "Well.... I went with my room mate to the kitchen because..she wanted some emotional support? I don't know.... she was sneaking scraps for her Firelizard.." fasdlkfjakld "though..."
Okay, place one.... "And then we went back to our room.. but I already checked for it in there. Then we went to the library -- she wanted to read up on something, so I went along to skim over and see if there were any books on dying... like.. the dying fabric, not death..dying..."
Siigh.
"Which is where I was trying to go when I started getting lost. It seems like a reasonable place for me to have lost it." Well yes. Hide a book amongst more books! However, this just caused her to sigh a bit and do that 'wilt' thing again.
"'M sorry if I'm imposing at all...."
I'M SORRY I'M LOST BECAUSE I SUCK.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:17 pm
He almost wasn't listening for a moment even as he watched her face carefully, a sharp blink emerging when she spoke of wanting to look up dying in the library.
...What?
Fabrics!
Of course, she then went on and explained herself and G'ran's shoulders relaxed again, though he did at least pay more attention this time. He could tell Ormeteth was slightly pleased with his efforts, but his rider realized this meant he needed to get them to the library somehow. Shards if he knew where the library was.
"You're not." He grunted and set off. Ormeteth lingered, crooning up at Ichta for a moment before devotedly following His. They would find he, he knew they could! His was sure to get them there without any problems! ...And if not, that was why he was there to help!
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:33 pm
It seemed he hadn't caught something immediately on her topic of fabric dying (it was an odd topic), but she didn't even try to justify it. No need to tell him too much about it... maybe. Well, she didn't try to come OUT with anything a- fjdsla;fk!!?
He was..walking..somewhere? Oh... uhh.. She had to assume this meant she could tag along, frowning ever so discreetly as she tailed the dragon-rider pair (did she look like a stalker doing this?) and not really asking too many questions on the topic of why on earth he was helping her out.
NO CLUE THAT THE EVER SO FRIENDLY DRAGONET WAS THE MASTERMIND. NOPE! EIGHT-DEE!
Now she could just..
.... Follow along like a good obedient hassle-to-others. Nnnngh. Assertive, she wasn't it. Then again, why by Faranth was she so guilty about being helped?? She needed to get over her I CAN HAS NOT ASK FAVORS problem. Next thing she knew she'd just be a duckling -- following someone else around at all times.
"...Thank you..."
Aww, some awkward gratitude. Yaaayyy awkward gratitude! Though it didn't take long for her to get out of G'ran's (much bigger than her) shadow to walk at a .. sort of to-one-side-of-him position. Well... shoot, this seemed as though it was going to be a quiet walk, now wasn't it?
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 3:19 pm
It occurred to him after he'd been walking around for at least five minutes that he had no sharding clue where this library was. She'd said the library, hadn't she? There was a library in the Weyr?
The more aware he became of what he'd gotten himself into, the more and more his expression began to resemble a thundercloud. Now things were going to get even uglier, particularly with his temper beginning to flare. What was he supposed to tell this girl? It'd been bad enough that he'd agreed to help, but to drop her unexpectedly... Well, it probably didn't matter. He didn't even recognize where they were at the moment, so he'd be just as stranded as she was.
You can ask someone for help!
Like that hadn't been his sharding plan all along, the little... He belatedly realized he was being thanked, and G'ran felt his insides threaten to wither a little with mingled disgust and guilt. Perfect. Well, nothing else to do but swallow his pride... and keep walking.
Ormeteth seemed slightly bewildered. We aren't lost?
"No. Be useful." And look for books. He added mentally. The little brown chirped cheerfully and dashed clumsily ahead of the pair, poking his nose down corners. Until, of course, he paused to glance back at His.
...What is a book?
G'ran could feel a headache coming on...
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 4:05 pm
asjdlf;.. Okay, she was starting to get oddly attached to how cute Ormeteth was. He just had some of these discreet mannerisms that were rather endearing -- or maybe she was just crazy and seeing things. Who knew -- she didn't.
The dragon's rider on the other hand was sort of intimidating -- big and quiet and... he actually seemed slightly bothered by the whole situation in some way. Ichta couldn't quite put her finger on it though, but maybe she was just letting her mind run away at the end of it's leash while her logic was dragged along pathetically behind it through the dirt.
That... sounded like what it was she did best, actually. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
"A-are you okay?" Ichta had asked it quietly, but immediately winced upon actually asking, fidgetting with the collar of her shirt and yanking it up over her chin, eyes glancing at G'ran then darting off to distract themselves with the brown. EeeeEEeeek!
"Imean...." willlt..."Youdon'thavetoanswerthat.....I'm sorry...."
Oh great, like she was already quiet and awkward. Didn't help that as soon as she'd said it she glanced over one shoulder, as if expecting someone to be there (and looking rather relieved when there wasn't).
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 12:56 pm
G'ran was fumbling over the concept of how to explain what a book was to Ormeteth, his knowledge on their description rather limited, even though he'd been taught to read during his time here at Ista. It's... He frowned, thinking hard about skins he'd seen... and stiffened with surprise as the dragon perked with immediate confirmation.
How could he have known?
It was a nice picture! The brown cheeped and continued his eager, clumsy scrambling down the hallway. Slack-jawed, his feet had slowed to better watch the dragonet before he realized belatedly that Itcha was speaking to him. Had been speaking to him, and all he'd got was a infuriating quiet sort of babble that he couldn't even make sense of.
"Uh-huh." He finally settled for grunting, figuring that was a safe enough answer. And then his shoulders slumped with almost palpable relief as he spotted what had to be the library, Ormeteth loudly expressing his own glee even as he started to skitter in circles.
Found it, Miiiiine!
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:20 pm
O-oh. He'd answered anyways.. uhhh...... That definitely gave Ichta a certain sense of awkward. The glee of the dragonet obviously caught her attention though (she had to assume that Ormeteth didn't just randomly skitter in circles for not reason), causing her to look from G'ran (who she had been watching in some case of accidentally insulting him with her simple-ish question) to see what had gotten Ormeteth so excited...
...
.....
and it seemed that she too recognized the room that had been found, carefully stepping around G'ran (maintaining a very awkward looking space between them) with another quiet 'Thank You' before moving over to express the same for the brown dragon -- albeit with a moment of hesitation.
Okay, she seemed to worry that the dragon was going to suddenly go "RAWWWR D8<" and hate her for a moment there, but she did manage an (awkward) bit of scritching on the ridges of his head. "And thank you too!" she cooed at him before moving on to take a look about the library they had (fortunately without getting lost) found.
Well, was what she was looking for in there?
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