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 Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 1:42 pm
“You know, Shimmer, it would be terribly useful if you stopped fluttering in my face and just let me finish washing the dishes, you could have something to eat.”
Fixing the bright gold firelizard with a sharp look, Sharkal huffed softly and motioned the silly creature over with a sudsy hand. She knew much better than to take anything from the busy cooks, even if she thought they weren’t going to use that particular slice of meet. He’d trained her better than that. Still, it didn’t keep Shimmer from hovering nearby whenever he had a chore in the kitchens, hoping to catch whatever leftovers some member of the staff decided to throw her way. She was very pretty, after all, and deserved nice things. Like food. She deserved tasty food. Crooning softly, the young flit spread her wings and glided across the kitchen to her boy, landing delicately on his shoulder.
“Good girl,” Sharkal mumbled, shifting around to reach into his pocket and fish out a piece of sausage. He offered it to the tiny beast, smiling slightly at her happy munching before he settled back into his scrubbing, grunting softly when the cloudy water splashed up into his face. Oh, how he hated dishes. How he hated chores, in general, but it was kind of hard to get out of them when the Candidatemaster has known you for the past seven turns and he’d learned all your tricks and secret hiding spots. “We’re almost done, I swear. Maybe if we just left…”
Sharkal set his dishes down and glanced around the kitchen, wondering if anyone was watching him at all…
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 9:03 am
"Hey, you got any leftover meat stashed around here somewhere?"
Not exactly the best way to greet someone nor ask for something, but Y'ul was rather in a hurry thanks to the protesting chirps she was getting in her ears by a chorus of no less than two voices. She'd returned from spending time with Erath doing whatever to her barrack to find that an egg she'd been watching was dangerously close to hatching (and she really wanted whatever was inside) so without thinking she'd grabbed the item and headed towards the kitchens. Erath followed behind at their quick pace, every now and then letting out a remark of her own that if Y'ul had just prepared properly they wouldn't be in a rush to try and get something to feed the creature inside.
If you had kept it with you then you wouldn't be strapped for time like this.
The dragon settled at Y'ul's side as the woman stopped before a guy washing dishes, figuring he was the best person to ask since he happened to have a flitter of his own running about the sky. From her shoulders her own Gold chirped a worried and nervous greeting, though the Green flitter that soared above her own head seemed kind of oblivious to most of what was going on now that things had come to a stop.
"I'm kind of in a hurry, got a flitter egg ready to hatch and found myself on the wrong end of the shell without anything to feed it."
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:45 pm
"...uh?" Sharkal said by way of reply, scowling a little as he watched a wayward rider sweep in, a pair of flits chattering loudly as the woman (...shards, but she was one burly looking woman) marched over to him, clambering on about some sort of meat. Meat. Hah!
"You know," Sharkal drawled, "if you're looking for meat, I've heard bronzeriders are usually willing to help greenriders in need." His smartass grin firmly in place, he clicked his tongue. Shimmer quickly returned back to his shoulder, having leapt off only a moment earlier to greet the other flits. Her boy's manners might be borderline atrocious, but she knew how to be friendly! Still, she was trained well, so she sat on Sharkal's shoulders instead, twittering to the woman's flits as she flared her little wings.
"You know," the candidate finally said, tossing his dish back into the murky water, "I'm just a dishwasher. I don't..." The youth trailed off, taking on a shifty look before shaking his head. "I could help you find some, maybe," he finally suggest, dropping his gaze with the slightly curl to his lips.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 1:09 pm
"And you should know that blood tastes pretty nasty when running down your throat, so you'd better watch your words. I've got no problems here so don't start something with me that you don't think your body can cash."
Don't pick fights. You're making me nervous and upsetting the others.
Faranth, this wasn't going well at all. The egg in Y'ul's arms shivered more as it threatened to crack, she needed meat fast, and short of feeding it her fingers or blood she had to find a way to get the sharded thing to look to her. It was one of Song's eggs after all, she deserved it after the blasted lizard clutched on her bed.
Speaking of Song, the gold crooned in her ear with a sense of urgency that the egg was going to pop at any minute, so there was no need to just talk! Hurry hurry, get something for it!
"Also, you keep saying you know like I actually know who you are. I don't know you and you don't know me, but I need something from you and will probably pay you back with something of value if we get this done. Understood?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 4:33 pm
The curl of his lips quickly drew back into a fierce snarl, Sharkal's blue eyes flashing when the rider threatened to punch him. "You're stupid," he snarled unhappily, retreating a few steps back as he looked around wildly at the other kitchen staff. "Making threats is no way to get what you want." The blond finally raised his gaze. The quiver was obvious, though be it from the threat or the excitement of a hunt was not readable from his expression. "Especially when you're just a stupid female rider. No one will take you seriously." He wrinkled his nose, leering. "No, no one takes you seriously anyways."
The candidate scampered a few feet back; just because she was a girl, and a rider, didn't mean she wouldn't try to hit him. Fighting was forbidden, and she did have a baby dragon, but she made the challenge, so clearly, that made her the stupider of the pair, Sharkal reasoned. And with that logic firmly in place, he reached over and grabbed the nearest thing he could reach. Not exactly good for making any sort of defense, but.
"Besides, you're ugly and all weird shaped. I bet the bronzeriders don't want you." He scoffed. He certainly didn't want her! "I bet even your creche mom doesn't want you!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:28 am
Okay well, enough was too much. Y'ul could take insults directed at her and at her dragon ( Faranth, she even insulted Erath ) but speaking of a mother she had never met because of a death? Insulting her in that way? That was something this boy would regret and pay for with his body, and Y'ul felt her fist move back and come into contact with his face long before her brain has a chance to talk things over with the rest of her body. It was a good solid hit to his nose, one that made her fingers ache from the impact, but it didn't stop her from cocking back to deliver a second blow. She didn't care that fighting wasn't allowed, she didn't care that it would cause her dragon to perhaps feel things like terror and horror - she'd face all of those steps when she got to them. For now Y'ul only wanted to beat this person in and -
Stop it. Stop it right now, you're going to break the egg and hurt yourself. I won't allow this. Listen to me.
The second hit never came as Erath moved with surprising speed and knocked the boy out of Y'ul's reach, her body whirling around and her eyes glaring directly into that of her rider. They were the same even shade that they always were, not even the slightest bit of anger or unease hinting at their corners. Even the tone of her voice was steady and unfaltering, the usual trace of sleepiness oddly not present however.
Erath stepped forward and placed her snout against Y'ul's leg before letting her head rub against it softly, almost as though she were acting in the way a parent would soothe their unhappy child.
Calm down, he's not worth your time. You are a Rider, not a Healer nor a Weyrbrat, and your actions will weigh heavy now. Do you feel better for having hit him?
Not really. I want to hit him again and again, until he can't stand. But then I-
Her thoughts stopped as the egg in her arm made a jumping motion of its own, and she held it closer. Above her head Hymn chirped unhappily at all the events that had occurred, and against her neck and shoulders Song held on as though she was willing to die to just stay on Y'ul. The woman would have lots of scratches on her neck and shoulder because of this incident.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 7:03 am
The dish falling from his hands, Sharkal didn't even have have time to raise his arms to his face and defend himself from the rider's blow. Her fist made contact with a sickening snap. The candidate yelped, stumbling back as his mind raced, searching for an escape plan. The blond didn't have to react, as it turned out, the woman's green knocking him off his feet. Shimmer shot into the air, screeching bloody murder, but the gold only hovered around her boy, not willing to approach her much larger cousin. The spotted dragon and Y'ul were clearly having some sort of...well, it didn't matter.
Clutching his nose, blood began to dribble from his fingers as he struggled to his feet. With tears welling in his pale blue eyes, he backed away from the older woman, ignoring the attention they were now drawing from the rest of the kitchen staff.
"You punched me!" the weyrbrat shrieked, perhaps more concerned about the fact it was a girl that punched him out, and less concerned with the matter that she'd just broken his nose. "You freak!" he wailed, and the waterworks started, tears streaming down his face as he hiccuped, stench of copper so strong he could almost taste it. Or maybe he was tasting it. Huh.
Spitting between choked whimpers, Sharkal backpedaled again, looking around frantically. "I...I'm TELLING."
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 6:28 pm
Y'ul was taken aback by the boy's tears, not because she felt bad for what she had done but rather because she was disgusted at his reaction. Tears and snot? The typical 'I'm telling!'? Just how old was the guy supposed to be - six?
"You're really pathetic, you know that? Learn to take a punch decently for starters, and then grow a pair for seconds."
From above Y'ul's head game a threatening hiss from the normally clingy and possessive green, Hymn's eyes whirling red for a moment as she stood her ground against the Golden flitt. It was a welcome chance of pace from her rather annoying normal attitude and it caused a slightly positive reaction from Y'ul, the woman's eyebrow raising up as she glanced at Hymn.
Don't encourage her Y'ul, you're making a mess. The egg is hatching now and you need food for it or else.
Shut up, I know.
"Thirdly, you must have meat on you to feed your Gold. Hand it over or we're going to have a repeat, only this time I'll blacken an eye or two. I've got not time to waste on you and have no problems getting what I want by force, but I'd rather not make you seem any less emasculated than you already are."
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 6:50 pm
"YOU'RE UGLY," Sharkal shrieked, too frenzied to think of anything more intelligent to say. "And you. Are getting. IN SO MUCH TROUBLE." Whistling for his firelizard between hiccups, the weyrbrat held out his arm and waited just long enough for Shimmer to perch before shooting backwards, metaphorical tail between his legs as he began a hasty retreat into the belly of the kitchen.
"You! I'm never giving you anything!" He was already horse, voice cracking over dry sobs as he choked on the blood dribbling down the back of his throat. "You'll have to pry it for my cold, dead body! I'd sooner be left of for Thread!"
Sharkal was nothing if not stubborn, and if he was not stubborn, he was a hateful, hateful creature. Dodging into the crowded part of the kitchen, he tried to hide himself among the workers as he screamed "And I hope your sharding firelizard betweens, greenrider!"
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