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 Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:12 pm
A dark scowl was on her face as she made her way down to the lower caverns. How early was it? Too early, much too early. Never in her entire life had Jolene been one to wake up early, no matter what might be going on. There could be a giant, venomous, mutated watch-whers attacking the weyr, unless the sun had already been up for several hours she would have nothing to do with it. Yet here she was, awake when the sun was yet to rise. This was thanks to a horrible stomachache that had began to plague her. She knew that the herdbeast sandwich she ate yesterday had looked a little iffy. But she was hungry and figured that the drudges knew better than to use old meat. Apparently not. Only a couple hours after eating it she had begun vomiting. The result was her curled up in bed for the rest of the night.
Some part of her thought that maybe she should still be in bed. After all, wandering around the weyr couldn't do you any good when you were sick. But her legs were beginning to tingle with the urge to move about, she just couldn't stay still for any longer. So she came down to the lower caverns, sitting down in the dining hall. Jolene looked rather pale with a slight green tinge to her face. Her normally soft and clean blonde hair had a slightly ratty look to it and was sloppily pulled back. Dark rings were under her eyes, showing just how little sleep she had gotten. Whenever she managed to doze off there was a sudden pain in her gut and she was awoken to either vomit or cough. Almost as soon as she reached the table a groan left her and she slumped down, resting her arms against the table and her head of top of them.
"Stupid drudges," she muttered. "Someone should be fed to the watch-whers for this." It didn't matter that she used to be a drudge herself or that she had made her own mistakes. Some drudge's sloppy cooking had gotten her sick and she wanted whoever did it to pay. Oh, she wanted them to pay and she would make them play. Just not right now. Right now she had a stomachache to ignore.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:44 pm
"Ah, but I'm afraid the watch whers won't be up till night fall so you may have to postpone your plans for a couple of candlemarks there miss." Came an all too chipper warm and very male voice as Meroc slid into the seat across from Jolene grinning like a feline from ear to ear. The man was decked out in deep harper blue, his journeyman's knots on display on his shoulder and a very large brimmed dark blue hat decorated with a sleeping bronze firelizard sat on his head shading his face and making his jungle green eyes stand out all the more. A second crimson firelizard was currently napping curled around his neck. While it appeared their owner was up and about the flits apparently had the same idea as Jolene about sleeping in.
Waving one of said drudges over, a slightly portly woman who lit up at the sight of Meroc, he placed his order. "Two cups of klah please. One for me and one for my lovely Miss~" And Meroc trailed off blinking turning back to Jolene.
"Why how rude of me I seem to have forgotten to ask your name. I myself~" And he stood in his seat swiping his hat from his head which left his disgruntled bronze firelizard to flutter and land on his shoulder with a surprised peep. "Am Journeyman Harper Meroc." He continued dropping into a low bow before taking his seat once more lifting a gloved hand to soothe is irritated flit. "And the bronze here is Havoc. The sleeping crimson is Harlot. Don't mind him though he's quite the flit." Meroc added even as the bronze taking notice of Jolene fluttered down from Meroc's shoulder to the table to preen and prance before this new lady.
The drudge in question simply shook her head chuckling at the harpers antics before running off to get his order and perhaps spruce up her hair a bit to look good for the dashing young journeyman.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 6:54 pm
Suddenly there was a voice, a voice accompanied by a person. An unfamiliar man slid in to the space across from her, talking about how her plans would be postponed by the whers being asleep. This got her to raise her head and cast a small grin his way. It wasn't very large but it was the best she could manage in her current condition. When he called a drudge over and ordered klah for the both of them, calling her lovely in the process, her grin expanded. Now here was someone she might be able to stand. If only everyone at the weyr was like that.
It wasn't until Meroc introduced himself and his flits that she noticed his pets. At first she said nothing, simply giving the crimson a odd look. Whether flitter or dragon she was not a fan of Atypical dragonkin. However, her thoughts were soon pushed away when the bronze descended to the table and began preening. A small giggle left her at the sight. Her sickness forgotten for the moment Jolene looked up at Meroc and commented, "Havoc, huh? He doesn't look like he causes much havoc, though he certainly is handsome." The last part was directed toward the flit, a complement for the creature.
There was a pause before she looked back on and said, "the name's Jolene. I'm a dragon candidate myself, no craft to speak of." She paused once again before tilting her head slightly to the side and asking, "what about you? Do you plan on being a candidate in this next hatching?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 7:22 pm
"Oh he's calm enough when he wants to be, but he cries like a bloody baby when some pretty lady turns him down." Meroc chuckled giving Jolene a rather jaunty wink and a grin. "You can pet him if you like. He's a right friendly little creature." He added even as Havoc crooned rubbing himself bodily against Jolene's arm preening and peeping up at her. Looking up he took the two mugs of klah from the blushing drudges platter giving her a bright flashy smile before setting a mug in front of his new lady friend.
"Here you go Milady. One with such a lovely complexion such as yours certain shouldn't be looking so pale." Meroc purred taking a sip of his own klah and humming with pleasure. "Jolene hmmm? Why a beautiful name for a beautiful lady and a dragon candidate too! Such wonders upon wonders you are my dear. Pity you're surely destined for a Queen or I'd say a beauty like you would make a fine harper lass." Meroc continued letting out a false pained sigh seemed to be so upset at the idea of such a lovely loss to his beloved craft.
"I suppose dragon kind needs you far more. I myself was lucky enough to be chosen to stand, but it's unlikely a mere man such as myself will impress when a divine being like yourself is on the sands." He added with a chuckle and a shake of his head flashing her another winning smile his jungle green eyes glittering merrily.
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