N'var groaned a bit as he peered into the candidate barracks. Most of the girls were out enjoying their late found freedom for the day. Still, like always, there was one hiding in the barracks, a candle lit by her bed as she wrote frantically by the wavering light. He sighed and walked inside to sit on her bed beside her, looking down at her. "Have you eaten yet?"
She looked up and jumped a bit, startled by his sudden appearance. Without answering him she leaned to the side and sprinkled some sand across the page she had been writing on to soak up the excess ink. Finished with that she closed the book and swung her legs to the side of the bed, carefully avoiding the mess of flits that had curled up beside her while she wrote. "No. How late is it?"
He absentmindedly stroked a green flit that had been curled on her hip. When she moved the tiny beast yawned and fixed them both with an irritated look before repositioning herself on the young man's shoulder. "Late. As usual. Kytara, when will you learn to pace yourself?" He sighed and reached up to run his hand through his hair. "Nevermind. I know the answer already. You ready?"
She nodded and moved to follow him, pausing only to poke a mess of silver on her table, which quickly unfolded itself to reveal a silver flit. She sent him the image of her and food, letting him know that she was leaving to eat and that if they behaved she would bring some back for them. He yawned in her face clearly disinterested and went back to sleep.
N'var lifted the green from his shoulders and set her back on the bed, scratching her chin until she sleepily closed her eyes. Wrapping his arm around his sister he gently led her down to the kitchens. Luckily they weren't too late, and he could see a few people scattered around the huge hall. Picking a fairly empty table he motioned for her to go and sit as he grabbed food for them.
She looked up and jumped a bit, startled by his sudden appearance. Without answering him she leaned to the side and sprinkled some sand across the page she had been writing on to soak up the excess ink. Finished with that she closed the book and swung her legs to the side of the bed, carefully avoiding the mess of flits that had curled up beside her while she wrote. "No. How late is it?"
He absentmindedly stroked a green flit that had been curled on her hip. When she moved the tiny beast yawned and fixed them both with an irritated look before repositioning herself on the young man's shoulder. "Late. As usual. Kytara, when will you learn to pace yourself?" He sighed and reached up to run his hand through his hair. "Nevermind. I know the answer already. You ready?"
She nodded and moved to follow him, pausing only to poke a mess of silver on her table, which quickly unfolded itself to reveal a silver flit. She sent him the image of her and food, letting him know that she was leaving to eat and that if they behaved she would bring some back for them. He yawned in her face clearly disinterested and went back to sleep.
N'var lifted the green from his shoulders and set her back on the bed, scratching her chin until she sleepily closed her eyes. Wrapping his arm around his sister he gently led her down to the kitchens. Luckily they weren't too late, and he could see a few people scattered around the huge hall. Picking a fairly empty table he motioned for her to go and sit as he grabbed food for them.
