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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 3:49 pm
[This RP is set in the Weyrbowl two days after the terrible horrible no good very bad candidate camping trip. It is late afternoon and happens to be a rest day for the candidates, so what they have done with the day is up to them. S'ol of 4th2 - who feels the candidates need a nice break after the awful trip - has clubbed together with some friends to set up a hog roast for them! It's almost ready to eat. All are welcome to join!] With muscles aching and sweat running down his face and sticking his shirt to his back Biran bowed to his opponent and turned to head out of the ring, returning his practice blade to the rack as he passed. He had done quite well for himself again today but it felt insufficient, he usually enjoyed sparring but there had been no joy in it today or in anything since they had returned.
The waterskin that sat waiting for him on top of his doublet was a welcome sight; he picked it up and drank deeply before stripping off his sweat soaked shirt and dropping it on top of the doublet. Back home somebody would come and deal with them for him but here he knew he had to take them inside and see to it that they got into the laundry. He might even end up washing them. He drank from his waterskin again, reluctantly scooped up his clothing, and then turned in the direction of that delicious cooking smell. Apparently a little group of riders had decided to put on a pre-hatching celebration for candidates, so he'd heard from his last but one opponent anyway. The firepit now ahead of him was burning merrily and the meat certainly smelled good. Perhaps this would lift his spirits?
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S'ol's tongue stuck out of his mouth with concentration as he carved off cooked meat and subsequently dumped it on the waiting platter. This, he hoped, would raise the candidates' spirits after the loss of one of their own and the ordeal a good score of them had been through. It was no good going into a hatching with too heavy a heart or so they said, and when it came to such an important thing as a hatching S'ol was prepared to take 'they' at their word.
Warm maslin bread rolls waited ready sliced in half, each about the right size to be grasped in two hands by a hungry candidate. There was an assortment of pickles too, haphazardly donated by an assortment of folk, and he had somehow managed to beg two sizable slabs of butter into the bargain. Privately S'ol still hoped that more food would arrive but he also knew that that was a big ask, and that an entire pig plus bread and some condiments was a very fine impromptu treat indeed.
"Alright, come on, we're ready now!" S'ol called brightly, his mismatched eyes scanning the people lingering nearby. "Who wants to be first?" The smell of the roasting pork was just about maddening... maybe he'd have a bit of crackling for himself, chef's perks?
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 5:08 pm
Lex had not cared to remain in the infirmary any longer then he had cared for. So two days after he had his wound unpacked, cleaned, stitched and slather in something strong smelling before it was bandaged, he was also given a nifty sling and might have collapsed into a bed afterwards and slept the rest of the night and most of the day, he was going to attend most of his classes. And being careful not to push himself into aggravating his wound.
Which meant he would spend most of weapon practice on a bench watching, though he had plans to occasionally stand and attempted to do some stances, but a lot of resting. His mama would have hit him if he attempted to do too much physical excursion with the type of wound he suffered and he wasn’t going to ruin the healers work. But being outdoors with people was better then being stuffed up in the infirmary on his day off. Fresh air!
Still rather boring, and hot, and he might be entertaining himself by running through Templar’s hand signal training. He had just gave the signal for looping survey when the spars he was watching ended and followed them to the smell of food.
Which smelled good. He stood carefully, following the mass of candidates down to tempting smell of meat and paused, taking in the rider with the same odd eyes of his own. Well, not the same in so much as colors, his mismatch eyes were both pale but in that they both had completely different iris color. Which was sort of neat.
(Edits.. yes, forgot it was a rest day.)
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 5:55 pm
If you said he had a soft side he would hurt you quite a lot.
It wasn't about softness, it was about respecting a little bunch of kids who'd dealt with s**t they shouldn't have had to.
Got that?
Good.
C'tis prowled up to the fire pit and claimed an edge of it for himself, away from the worst of the heat. It wasn't like it had been a lot of effort, blackshells could just be plucked from the rocks at low tide and if you wanted more it was only a short dive for an Istan bred kid. Anyway, he'd got the shellfish and any Istan who couldn't cook shellfish deserved to be shot and so he cooked.
Blackshells in the pot, white wine he'd traded for something he forgot a while ago now, garlic, scattered herbs, a pinch of precious salt and pepper. It bubbled away and would be great in a mostly hollowed bread bowl - just a bit left to soak up the juices - so C'tis grabbed a few rolls and started to tear out their centers. "Somebody fry this s**t or mix it with dripping or something, it'll be shaffing fantastic," he suggested in growling tones, shoving the rejected bread-centers on the platter with the cooked meat. "Hey, give me some butter."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 7:07 pm
He'd been invite to the disaster camping trip, but had declined in favor of working on some projects of his. It'd turned out to be a good thing in the end. Seragee had heard rumors flying around fast as flit wings when the group had come back. They had truly looked worse for wear. He hadn't really heard what all had happened that he could place direct truth to. Drudge rumors didn't count as truth.
On a day off, it was the smell of roasting meats outside that drew the young boy out. He followed his nose and paused at the sight before him. Seragee considered the rider cooking the meat. A party of some sort. But who was it for. Other gathering candidates gave him the clue. Well why not? Maybe he'd hear the tale first hand. He strolled over to pick up a platter for himself. "Thank you," he said politely to S'ol. A couple soft rolls joined the meat, and he added a dollop of something else from the condiments. Not bad over all. And it was very nice of the rider to cook for them.
Turning from the tables he found a place to settle himself.
Seragee wasn't the only one attracted by the scents wafting over the weyr. Kia slunk quietly around the shadows toward the source. Of course it was blasted out in the open which might make getting some a bit of a challenge. She never swerved from a challenge though. The brown eyes narrowed as she spotted the roasting spit with its sizzling meat and laid out table. Her mind was immediately calculating how to get herself in. Her clothes, unfortunately, were a dead give away. Kialynka watched the rider minding the spit. Maybe she could barter a bit of work for some slices of meat.
She took noticed another another rider whom she was faintly familiar with joined up. Well a well. She pursed her lips as plan formed. The drudge swaggered out toward the group of candidates and their fancy little feast. She gave a toothy grin to the two riders. "Looks like ye might need a bit o' halp thar." She arched her brow. "Sees as I ain't doing nuthin' now, you might be able to convince me to halp ya."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 7:47 pm
For someone so far from home and having suffered as serious of an illness as she just had, you'd think Zennaren might have returned home the moment she was released from quarantine. With the hatching so very close though, Zen had begged to remain to witness it. Just long enough and surely as her brother's only guest (their middle brother having returned to his duties after his milder case cleared up) she wouldn't be taking up much space. At the very least, one might think she'd rest easy till the day of.
Sitting around idly wasn't in Zen's skillset though.
Especially as the smell of the roasting hog drew her to the central weyrbowl with the promise of a rare treat she might be able to weasel her way into and the opportunity to hear some of the current gossip first-hand from someone other than her brother (who she was pretty sure wasn't entirely truthful in the stories he told her.) So off she slipped the moment no one was keeping an eye on her. Dressed in a vividly patterned skirt from home and sporting a southern blouse that was in her mind fashionably scandalous enough to be worth every chill of the mountain air just to see the horrified looks of some of the more reserved northern ladies.
As she got close enough to see the approaching group of candidates and the riders preparing to serve them another scent cut through the smell of roasting meat and Zen let out an involuntary sound of longing. The smell of herbs and garlic! with the tang of wine instantly reminded her of home (no she was not homesick thank you) and she veered from the rider with the serving platter of meat (she'd be back) and towards instead a rather more daunting figure hunched over a pot on the fringe of the firepit. The drudge beside him barely got half a glance as acknowledgement of her presence. Hearing his indirect commands Zen took a chunk of the roll, swiped up a pat of the warm butter and handed it to the rider. "Back home, my mother would make these so hot you could put a full grown dragon to shame with the fire coming out of your mouth after eating just one." She commented with a slight quirk of her lip and a lift of her brow, lifting one long finger to add emphasis. She watched for his reaction to see if he would take offense at the minor dig or if he would roll with it for the jest it was.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 7:11 am
"I don't want or need your help, move along," C'tis said without looking up, so it was probably safe to assume that his reaction was not based on Kia's position in life but rather on his own disposition.
The next person to address him however did earn a glance, and a snort of amusement. "Istan hu?" she had the accent and he wondered briefly what she was doing here, come with traders perhaps? "No such heat here but it'll still be good. Psh, even if I did have spices I'd blow the heads off this lot if I put them in." As he spoke C'tis dumped the butter into the pot, put the lid on it, and looked up again. There was something familiar about the girl's face and that along with her unexplained presence so far from what he presumed was her native land piqued his interest. "So what're you doing here? You're a long way from where that shirt came from." She had to be freezing her tits off.
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"Hi there," S'ol smiled at Lex, "can I make you up a roll?" This had to be one of the candidates who was wounded, he- "Oh, your eyes are cool!" S'ol's grin broadened. "You carry it off better than I do. I'm S'ol by the way, rider for Fourth Two."
When the drudge approached and addressed them S'ol looked over at C'tis and sighed faintly to himself, didn't it get exhausting being so bad tempered all the time?
Shaking his head he turned to the drudge and offered her a smile. "Rest day for you too? Nice. Well if you want to help me out in your precious free time I think it would only be fair to offer you some of whatever's going. I'm having a bit of trouble with firelizards actually," he waved a hand at the sky, "I just had to shoo a whole crowd of them away from the platter, do you think you could make sure none come in and steal the meat?" He loved firelizards but sometimes they were a complete pain. Maybe he'd get one of his own one day, but he really couldn't justify the extravagance to himself at this point.
"Oh, I'm S'ol by the way. What's your name?" he added belatedly.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 8:02 am
C'tis was very correct about that but Zen was a stubborn child. She wouldn't admit her discomfort out loud unless it seemed to be to her advantage in some way (flirting with a cute boy with a cuter cloak for example) though she did plunk herself down next to the older rider and close to the heat of the fire. C'tis got an appreciative chuckle. "I'd noticed the food here was pretty bland." She scoffed. At least when she could have eaten. After two bouts of the mysterious illness she had lost even more weight from her already woefully stretched out frame. Her long limbs seemed even more-so for the lack of healthy fat.
"One of my middle brothers just walked the tables at the Fisher Hall. Our oldest brother is a rider here. In fact he was one of the ones who saved this lot." She added with pride, nodding to the candidates and noting with a half-second longer glance the young man with his arm in a sling before she continued. "He transferred here after the dragonplague from Ista. (We're from just outside Ista Hold). He brought my other brother Roffar and I to visit after we left the Hall but we both got sick about as soon as we got here and since I didn't get to enjoy a proper visit I get to stay to watch the Hatching." She flipped her black hair back and fixed him with an all too satisfied smile.
Opportunities always fell into your lap at the best moments and she was feeling rather proud of herself for snagging this one. Z'fer was busy with wing stuff and with Roffar having to return home to their father, Zen would have a few days relatively to herself till the eggs decided to hatch. Sure Z'fer had bribed the innkeeper to 'keep an eye on that one' but they were busy. They had other things to do (but the marks were accepted with a slick smile) Zen found they didn't care much about where she went as long as she didn't cause a fuss in their building.
"So what about you huh? Where did you learn to appreciate the spicier things in life?"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 8:50 am
Well, if her person wouldn't come to the food then she would bring the food to him. Bow had been dealing with a more down than usual Ayadar since the whole thing had happened. The complexities of the situation were far too much for her to figure out, but food always made her happy, so why not him? She'd bring back Ayadar the biggest and best slice of meat she could carry and then he would be happy again. Then they could play and everything would be alright again. This was the green firelizard's plan as she slunk towards the food, landing neatly on the table and eye the meat pile. Now what was the best part?
"She's going to get in trouble." Arrow gripped onto his shoulder as Ayadar headed towards the gathering. He didn't want to go. In fact he'd been doing a good job at not being seen much at all since it happened. They all wanted to talk about it, but the sooner he got to forget about the whole thing the better. Still the green refused to come back and after Arrow had ratted out the green by showing him images of the grouping and the meat platter, Ayadar knew he had to go separate her from it himself. "And you know that I'm going to get in trouble for her doing it too." For all the trouble the pair of firelizards caused him they had gone a decent way to getting Ayadar to actually speak out loud.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:03 am
Wait.
Wait.
What?
C'tis studied the girl's face harder, narrowed his eyes, and groaned. "Z'fer. You're his sister? Bad luck." Let her make of that whatever she wanted, if she took offense then clearly they were never going to get along. "I'm Istan too, I was up here on a joint murder investigation between the two Weyrs when the plague hit, never went back. Ended up in second wing with your delightful sibling," sarcasm dripped from C'tis' tones, "and now we're wingseconds together. Truly my life is sodding blessed."
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"Hello." Biran came up beside Ayadar and offered a tentative smile. "Ah, is Bow up to something she shouldn't be?" He felt awkward. He wasn't used to feeling awkward and he wasn't sure what to do about it. He shifted his stance and fidgeted with the shirt and doublet he was still holding.
Grace, who had taken up a perch on her human's shoulders, was not feeling awkward but she was nervous; her eyes hard hardly shifted away from yellow since they had returned to the Weyr. Nevertheless she offered a friendly chirp to Arrow and Ayadar, they were friendly and would - she assumed - also help to look out for any trouble that might suddenly spring at them.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 11:03 am
Shiloh had spent the past few days elbow deep in chores. They had said things would be fine and there was this expectation that Riders took care of their own and... that had clearly not been the case. She'd had a suspicion they'd have trouble but, deep down, she hadn't actually wanted someone to die. And yet someone had in fact died... they'd failed their Candidates.
She wasn't sure how she felt about that. They hadn't even had supervision, and with some Candidates barely teens, she wondered how parents might feel about that. Shiloh could certainly understand why Holders would be reluctant to give up their kin to the Riders if it meant needlessly dying.
Thus, when the party was thrown, Shiloh wasn't sure if she would attend or not. She'd been frightened deeply, and equally let down by her superiors. A part of her promised herself she'd never let that happen, if she did promise or make contract to something she would follow through, not fail to protect.
She whumphed as the smell of roasting meat finally caused her stomach to grumble and she gave in. Wandering over to the gathering, she paused briefly to look people over, lingering along the edges before finally helping herself to a heaping pile of meat. It was steaming and juicy... she smiled, it was the least they could do to apologize for their colossal shard-up.
"At least the food's good," she muttered to herself as she eyed the beverage table. And at least she was well enough to Stand, see what all of this hubbub about Impression was about.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 2:09 pm
Lex grinned, brightly not minding the slight pain from his bruises on one side of his face. "I would like that, sort of incapable of doing much at the moment." He probably could but he would be slow and it was likely to be messy. "And I like your's to. Don't see many people with odd eyes." Actually, Sol made the second person he knew with odd eyes in the Weyr, cept the female rider just had a spot, not full iris.
He looked back and gave the drudge a smile. "Hi. I'm Lex." He added, introducing himself to both of them.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 7:13 pm
Jemi laughed, warm and bubbly as they walked down to the pork roast. Lanceth was a calm warm presence in the back of her mind and things were looking up in the last two days. Cai has finally stopped being sick and Wen had got away unscathed from the bandits and things just had to start looking up. Specially with the hatching coming up sometime soon.
Wen gave a soft snort at Jemi, unwinding from a week of stress and catching up with his partners. He had high hopes for this upcoming clutch and had his thoughts about the bandit troubles, but at the moment that could wait. He was going to take a moment, relax, and enjoy the roast going on and later they could continue on how things had failed when the should not have.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:25 pm
Zen could have gotten angry, and indeed as soon as C'tis named her brother she almost did. Even though she wasn't that close with her oldest brother (she'd been a toddler when he was searched, and only had had passing encounters with him since), blood was blood and you didn't insult one of her brother's to her face and think you'll get away with it. As he continued though her defensive instinct retreated and she dissolved into a fully appreciative belly laugh. "I take it you're not bosom buddies then." She stated, mirth bright in her eyes as she smirked. What luck that not only did she stumble upon one of her brother's wingmates but his equal as well! "That bad huh?"
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Laufeth was... well... unhappy was probably the most pleasant way of putting it. His opinion of the weyrs healers and their skill levels had dropped considerably during his bonded's illness and while Cai was now better his temper was like the sharp bite of cold metal against Cai's mind.
Today though he allowed himself to be mollified some by Cai's recovery. They were now well enough to be up on their feet and dressed in a freshly pressed uniform. The young bronze took pride in the vision of his bonded walking with steady step towards the fire pit where the weyrling could already see the two others who competed for space with him in their heart.
The only thing not completely put together about Cai's appearance was the bright fluff of hair on their head, obviously overdue for a shave and the dark circles beneath their eyes. Still, none of that mattered as their long legs closed the gap between them and their partners and Cai enfolded Wen in a tight embrace without regard as to who may be watching. "I wear by Laufeth's shell if you EVER get yourself into another dimglowed situation like that I will kill you myself." Cai said with heat.
Laufeth chuckled for Cai and Lanceth's hearing only.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 9:52 am
He'd been so intent on dragging Bow away from the meat table Ayadar didn't even notice Biran nearby. He jumped slightly as the other candidate addressed him, looking more than a little awkward about the whole thing. "Oh, um, yes. She's fixin' to go after the meat platter. I wouldn't mind, but I'm worried someone'll swat at her for trying to swipe some."
Arrow straightened up and returned the friendly chirp of the other firelizard. Unlike Grace the two firelizard's had settled back into their normal lives without incidence, Bow being far less accommodating of their shared bonded's lasting trouble with the whole thing. Arrow eyed the other firelizard intently, before offering a gentle and questioning chirp. Was Grace feeling alright? She seem a little worried.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 11:51 am
Wen froze, surprise slightly coloring his eyes before relaxing into Cai's tight embrace. He reached up, slowly dragging his fingers through the bright orange fluff of hair. "I haven't see your hair in ages." He mused, curling his pinking in the fluff. "And, I did not get myself in a dimglow situation, for I certainly didn't decided to go hunting bandits." He added.
Lanceth stretched giving a sharp grin, her emotion spilling over to Laufeth. She faintly could pick up bandits from hers mind. Cattle and stones and prepared people driving away others. Jemi had taken the announcement with a grain of salt and wrapped Wen in a tight embrace of relief.
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