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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 10:18 pm
It seemed like it was one of those days. Alhambra woke up without that aggravating period of drowsiness while waiting for her body to fully wake up. Between chores, the candidate took to the Weyr and going where ever her feet would take her. At present, she wanted to feel the wind in her hair and across her skin. The weather was too nice to be inside! She had been in Ista long enough to have a pretty good grasp of where all, or at least most, of its mazelike tunnels went. Alhambra made her way up to a point that she often visited on days such as this.
From her spot, she could easily get to the kitchens or into the bowl. Plus, just a hop, skip, a jump, and a couple of flights of stairs would put her into the lower caverns. Of course, Alhambra didn’t want to be in the lower caverns. She had a decent view of a handful of places, which she was watching with some interest to see if she could peg any familiar or even new faces. After all, there always seemed to be new people coming and going through Ista; and who doesn't love spending some time with old friends or new acquaintances. She could already tell that she wouldn’t be able to stay in one of her favorite spots for long. There was just so much that could be done! And now that she was thinking about it, today would be a nice day for cliff diving, if the mood so struck her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 6:51 am
Sevang was sneaking around.
Cleverly, of course, and if asked he would admit to only being exactly where he was supposed to be. 'Why sir, why would any young lad do something as dishonorable as sneaking around when they could be performing their duties, sir? I was just told to head over there, sir?' Of course, he could point wherever there happened to be other youngsters his age, and the questioner could fill in the gaps of his errand all on their own! That would be his story, and he intended to stick to it like a bloodsucker to skin if stopped!
Until such a time as he was stopped, however, he was free to meander about the Weyr, carefully avoiding certain areas where he had learned the Powers That Be frequent. He'd pegged Z'nal for being the suspicious sort, so Sevang had taken more time then he wanted making sure his supervised morning chores were completed perfectly. That last thing he wanted was for the Candidatemaster to suspect he might be on his way somewhere he wasn't supposed to be!
Once he had won his way free, he'd started off immediately with the intention of "going where he was supposed to," which had always fooled his aunties back home, and left him relatively unmolested by last minute chores or errands. It worked, but Sevang had the feeling that with so many candidates around, old Z'nal just had eyes for obvious troublemakers. Point for his plan to appear innocent, so Sevang kept it up all the way across the bowl until he ran out of interesting things to look at and groups of youngsters to point at in a pinch.
"Alright, I need to find something to do..." He mumbled to himself, shading his eyes against the sun as he peered around. Back home he would have been saddling up Fire for another race with his cousins by now, but here at Ista... he hadn't the foggiest notion of where the 'fun spots' were. Sure there were the dragons to watch, but Sevang had an active mind, and he could only watch a dragon sunning his or herself so long before he started twitching.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:21 pm
Alhambra had assumed the odd position of a half crouch-half sit on a rock near the edge of her spot, which was by no means private, just less travelled. She was bouncing herself with the balls of her feet, her gray eyes drifting across the places surrounding her. The dusty cinnamon redhead chuckled softly to herself. She felt like a predatory bird, perched in one of her preferred places and looking down at the people as they moved about. Apparently, this was a habit of hers, because back home in High Reaches Weyr she did something quite similar, at least in the warmer months. Perching was a no-no when ice and snow were thick on the ground.
"Let's see now..." She hummed a thoughtful sound as she started to focus in on individual faces. Alhambra had the notion to be social, perhaps with someone new. Her gaze settled on a fellow with a head full with curly dark hair. Perhaps she could convince him to go cliff diving with her and see who out of the two of them could go highest. Nothing quite like a competion to help break the ice. Taking a short moment to try to place his face with a name, she grinned when she couldn't. She rose to her feet and pointed down to him. "You there, curly haired boy! Don't you move! I'm coming down to you, okay?"
Scarcely giving him a chance to answer yes or no, or to tell her to bugger off and that he's busy, Alhambra jogged down to around where he was. She gave a little spin to pinpoint him before jogging over, her almost trademarked broad grin settled neatly on her face. "Hi there! I spotted you up there and I thought to myself, 'Self, I think that fellow could use some talking to. Go do something about it.' So here I am. I'm Alhambra, a candidate here from High Reaches Weyr." She extended a hand to him. "Who might I be speaking with and are you free to walk and talk with me?" She tipped her head slightly to one side, sweeping her hand down one of the many paths in the Weyr. Her grin took on a decidedly mischievous note as she drew a finger up to her lips. "We can keep it hush hush. After all, it would be a huge downer if Z'nal notices."
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