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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 11:45 pm
As the hatching grew closer, Kylerr felt the stress in the Wherhold growing thicker. Whether it was his own or that of others he wasn't sure, but he did know one thing - he needed air. Air and music. He stood, grabbed his lute, and stepped from his quarters through his family's cavern.
The candidates were being inundated in the days leading up. Everyone else in the Wherhold seemed nervous, too. This particular clutch was crucial, pivotal, and everyone knew it. Kylerr's wide-open eyes saw it. He was already crafting phrases about it, or trying. At least Banshidheth was a lyrical name. He hadn't been able to get much further than that. Scorched tension.
He made his way toward the candidate's barracks to see who else was about, if anyone could spare their studies or chores for the afternoon to join him. There was always some hope...
He sat, crosslegged, near the entrance tucked against the rock and readied his lute. What would it be today, he wondered. He prepared a chord and strummed, grimacing. "That figures," he said, attending to the tuning pegs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 7:37 am
It was agonizing waiting for the eggs to be laid. Vos knew she couldn't rush the mother. She also knew that peeping in to check the hatching sands ever half hour wouldn't rush anything either. Trust her, she'd tried. After been scooted away from the sands for like the fifth time, it was "suggested" that she go take a walk. Away, far away. The teen had sighed, but bowed to the wishes of her elders. She had taken a long walk around the weyr bowl. Stretched her legs and bothered a few people. Vos was coming back by the barracks when she heard a chord from a lute, albeit out of tune. She poked her head around the corner to see who it was. A boy she wasn't very familiar with. "Hey. Whacha doin?" Bright green eyes gazed at him curiously as her red braid rested on her left shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:08 am
"Trying to wrangle this thing into shape," Kylerr said with a bit of a laugh. He brought the sound hole up to his ear as he tweaked another peg, and plucked the string. "Everything here seems a little unwound lately." Another pluck. He sat quietly for a moment as he let the note reverberate inside him. He nodded, the straight brown hair draped in front of his shoulders and over his chest bobbed with him. "I was hoping to play some music to help everyone relax a little - including myself. It's a bit nerve-wracking waiting around for the hatching, wondering what'll happen when you're actually standing there."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:15 am
Taking his comment as an invitation, Vos bounced over as she peered down at the lute. "Mmmmm I know nothing of instruments except harpers play them at gathers." She sat in a chair next to him and watched. "Unwound.... or maybe its wound up too tight?" Vos replied, commenting on both the lute, and the atmosphere of the weyrhold in one. "Music would be dandy I think." She tilted her head. "I'm not nerve-wracked, but more excited waiting for the eggs. Like how many there's gonna be and all. And then the hatching! Those are always exciting." She gave him a wide grin as her bright green eyes flashed, showing some of that excitement. "So are you an apprentice harper?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:46 am
Kylerr smiled at the duality of it. "I suppose both." He strummed a chord and turned his head to face his observer, pleased. "For this particular case, I think my pegs are getting a little worn. I should probably replace them soon, before we get even busier with our preparations." He began playing a tune, musing to himself amidst his listening about how much less controversial it sounded without the words attached to it. His soft brown eyes flashed back at her, and his own smile widened. "Yes, they are," he said, and his expression sobered. "I can't help but be a little terrified, though. As awesome as they are, they're so... definitive. And fast. You're at a split in the tunnel, and all of a sudden you're yanked down one corridor and the path back collapses." He shook it off. "But yes, they are exciting! It's you against the dragonet, you against fate, your survival in your own hands! You look like a fighter. You're made for this." He grinned at her. "But I digress. Yes, I am an apprentice harper!" he said excitedly. "I don't know who or what or where I'd be without music. I'm Kylerr." He paused his playing to extend a hand.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 10:26 am
It was a high time for the wherhold. Would the eggs hatch fine? Would any of the hatchlings go between? That was always the worst when the dragons cried. Plus it amounted to the loss of a dragon. Something they really couldn't afford! "Pegs? Those knobby things?" She asked pointing. Vos listened to enjoy the music. He hadn't said he wanted to practice or play alone, so she stayed. Everyone got infected with the excitement of an upcoming hatching it seemed. She tilted her head as he admitted to being a little terrified. The girl pursed her lips at his description of the hatching. That was.... an interesting way to put it. "Yeah, I guess. But down one of those tunnels you suddenly have someone always with you." Following his analogy, one path was impressing and one path wasn't If you impressed then you had a dragon forever. "I dunno if I wanna go against a dragon though. Have you seen some of the maulings? Not pretty." She blushed as he said she looked like a fighter. It brought out her freckles. "Thanks!" A fighter was awesome. "Vos, nice meeting you Kylerr. So why're you here and not harper hall?" All harpers were trained at harper hall she thought.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:47 pm
"Yep!" Kylerr said. "The pegs control the tightness of the strings, and that affects the sound." He shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Vos!" He beamed. "I hope we'll be wingmates soon!" He continued strumming and brought the topic back. "I've seen some of the maulings, but... that's the risk we take," he said. "I have to say, you stand a far better chance of surviving than I do, though!" He smiled at her final question. "Well, I've kinda slipped through the cracks because of the rebellion," he said. "There's a lot more I could have learned being at the Harpers' Hall, I'm sure, but I at least feel like I'm still progressing here. Contributing here."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 5:02 pm
She'd learned something today that she could relay back to Ves. Although, her twin probably already knew about it. It'd still be fun to share. "That sounds really nice!" He seemed nice enough and he hadn't run her off yet. Vos wouldn't mind standing with him at the hatching. "If you like you can stand near me and my siblings. Unless you have someone else your standing with?" She trailed off though still hopeful. Surely he'd have friends that he'd want to be with during the hatching. "I think the possible eventual reward is worth the risk." Did kids really consider it before they stepped onto the Sands? Probably not, Vos admitted to herself. She remembered when she was first allowed to stand. All she could think of was Impressing, and not the possible risks. Even with the candidatemaster talking about them days before. She tilted her head. "Why do you say that? Every candidate has an equal chance of surviving I thought." It all came down to who was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, which was when an angry hatchling was trampling through! "Oh. Well don't you want to go to harper hall? You could have asked a rider to take you." Vos kicked her feet back and forth. She stretched her body out and listened to his music.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 7:25 pm
"That sounds really nice!" He seemed nice enough and he hadn't run her off yet. Vos wouldn't mind standing with him at the hatching. "If you like you can stand near me and my siblings. Unless you have someone else your standing with?" She trailed off though still hopeful. Surely he'd have friends that he'd want to be with during the hatching. "We'll see, I guess!" Kylerr said. "I don't want to make any promises just yet... The bigger group we have, the more the hatchlings might get confused, right?" He strummed through the end of one song and shifted his hand along the frets to start a new one. "I'm not too worried," he said. There was a deluge of morbid thoughts passing through his mind: we survived the revolution after all so dying wouldn't be that big of a surprise, we've all gotta die sometime and some of us will do it sooner rather than later, and on and on. He forced a smile. "It's definitely worth the risk," he added. "I've had too much to do around here," Kylerr said. "I have to play here. The harper hall is... well, it's too traditional. What good is a classical harper in a wherhold?" He smiled as she relaxed. "I haven't ever stood before," Kylerr said. "I didn't realize it was something I wanted to do until now. How many times have you stood now?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 7:53 am
3phemeral Lol you missed deleting part of my previous post. XD Confused me for a bit. She couldn't blame him for not jumping on the offer immediately. They had only just met after all. Vos pursed her lips in thought. "Well the candidatemaster divides the boys and girls, so we'll probably hang where the two lines meet. We will be spread out a bit, but close enough for encouragement." If anyone needed reassurance it would be her youngest brother, Esre. "As long as we aren't so bunched up that the dragons can't get through we should be fine. Plus we need some room in case a rampaging dragonet runs around." Those were the hard ones to predict. "All in all though, they are just looking for their riders." It wasn't scary when you considered it that way. Vos nodded her head in time with the music. She had to grin. "Sort of like the tradition weyrs are?" Vos was supremely glad the revolution had taken place so Benden could hatch atypicals. If the weyrleader and weyrwoman were still here there wouldn't have been a chance of it. Unless something that happened for that first crimson happened again; which in all honesty was unlikely. She nodded understanding to his logic. "Oh really? You're in for a treat then. I've been standing since I was old enough; four Turns now. Although with everything that happened we haven't had the normal number of clutches, so I may not have stood for nearly as many as another candidate my age in a traditional weyr." Most weyrs had more than one gold.
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