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Post by blueaid on Sept 23, 2008 18:30:08 GMT -8
Distracted, little Ptolemeth swung her head this way and that while she was addressed by Anquilith and then Baristath, the placid whirl of her eyes unfettered by Anayeli's continued worry and confusion. To her fellow green first; I didn't show her, but I don't think she'll like it. Not right now. Maybe later![/i][/color] A prospect that brightened her day.
And then to Baristath, with a suffusion of pragmatism picked-up from the older dragon; Of course I'll ask her if you want me to, but I think it might do more harm than good. She's very upset, you know, and Anquilith's rider's probably isn't making it any better, but she can't very well make it worse.[/color] But she passed along the message, evidenced by Anayeli's crisp proclamation of, "I don't really care if she stays here or winds up at the bottom of the lake. She hasn't got any answers, so what difference does it make what she does!" See?[/b]
Pulling her hair into a rough tail, evidence enough to her state-of-mind that she'd let herself be seen in such a disreputable appearance, the brand-new-weyrling of five months crossed her arms over her chest and marched across the barracks toward H'gar and Genet. Her earlier, silent shock may have been out of character, but it might also have been preferable to this new posture: she was a girl used to getting what she wanted, and what she wanted were answers.
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Post by Invisible on Sept 23, 2008 19:07:42 GMT -8
Anquilith had no other advice to offer to her fellow green so she contented herself with being seated beside her rider. Genet was pleased enough to have her there so she might rest her hand on top of the green’s head. What a morning it had been and it didn’t seem likely to get better. At least tonight she would get to see G’tet again. Those pleasant thoughts vanished when she heard Anayeli’s comment. “See? She’s such a pain,” this directed to H’gar who looked from one weyrling to the next and suppressed a sigh. Girls…why couldn’t he have been lucky and not get any? It was hard enough with Salina. A weyrwoman at least he thought he could handle.
“I know you’re not feeling well, Anayeli, but there’s no cause to be rude,” H’gar finally says as the other girl approaches. “I won’t have it in my barracks. Now, let’s find a spot to sit down and we’ll get to the bottom of this.” He gestured toward a few chairs stacked against the wall. “We’ll sit down and be civil while talking.” The word was stressed to both girls. There would be no cattiness. Not if he had anything to say about it and as weyrlingmaster he sure did.
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Post by neopanther on Sept 24, 2008 4:18:05 GMT -8
Ez’ki looked over at Silvio again, he couldn’t help the distaste that riddled his mind, but not only was he a Caminar (which was no fault of his own), but he was now continuing to press his company upon them by listening in upon their conversations. And, well that was just a little too much for Ez.
Xyruth took the moment to be calculating – if only for a moment.
Mine, he speaks as though the greens were always such. Phrase something as though to insinuate greens for girls are a regular occurrence... maybe he might enlighten us a little.[/i] Ez’ki found himself mildly taken aback from what his dragon had just told him. That was unlike Xyruth.
“Nothing, just those girls with the greens are acting different is all.” Ez’s brows furrowing for a fleeting moment, “You haven’t by chance seen R’sen and H’fador have you? What’s your name?” He asked, looking at Silvio, as though he were judging a runner for his stables. Suspicious livid in his mind.
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Post by Alsivor on Sept 24, 2008 12:22:38 GMT -8
"Acting differently? Really?" Silvio continued to keep his own manner pleasant, interested though his brows lifted at what Ez'ki was saying. "They both seemed fine yesterday when -- you were all running around in the morning," the Caminar explained and tried hard to keep too much of the sudden worry that seized at his heart from showing on his face. A shake of his head followed, he didn't actually know most of the Weyrlings' names. "I'm sorry but I'm not familiar with all of you," he said apologetically and gave Ez'ki a (he hoped) reassuring smile.
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Post by neopanther on Sept 24, 2008 13:16:13 GMT -8
Momentarily, Ez’ki was unsure as to whether Silvio was being purposefully evasive, or if he was perhaps just being awkward. He gave no information regarding the two absent riders, nor did he manage to give his name. The second he definitely knew something of. But the attempt at a re-assuring grin came off as overbearing to Ez’ki, “So, you’ve not seen the other two? The girls-” He trailed off, pausing between subject matters for a moment, though the pair of words was said with a stiff tongue, unfamiliar to using the term in reference to the weyrling group, who apparently – in accordance to this Caminar, had made themselves a member of the group since its formation. They were the same yesterday, or such lark, Silvio had told. He repeated his phrasing, more to make himself accustom to the two words “The girls are fine, they’re just a little perturbed is all. Nothing overtly serious to worry yourself about.” He smirked; there was something about the Caminar that seemed to suggest he was worried for the rambunctious Genet.
“You never told me your name Caminar.” Ez’ki said, the word said with surprisingly no malice. He used the term simply as a statement of fact, no derogatory connotations present.
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Post by blueaid on Sept 25, 2008 17:26:39 GMT -8
"Civil? Civil?!" Anayeli gaped at H'gar for his stressed word, at Genet for her part in it, and she sat down in a way that didn't really change much from how she'd been standing a moment ago, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, let's be civil." Except that her tone was anything but, thick with iced sarcasm, with the mounting understanding that H'gar didn't have answers any more than anyone else did, and it was all just a time-waster.
Upset, perhaps understandably, she might have reacted better if everyone else wasn't just playing right along; if the other weyrlings, the ones who at least acknowledged that there was something very weird going on around here, were still around, she might not have suffered from the sense of isolation to compound the anger at her confusion. As it was, with Genet playing along, with H'gar oblivious, she felt both bemused and betrayed, and it came out in the stiffness of her posture, the archness of her tone.
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Post by Xinnai on Sept 25, 2008 17:40:25 GMT -8
Salina tossed a slightly contemptuous glance at Z'dayi. Really now? Well, if he wanted to ogle the new greenriders, that was fine. That was just fine. He was just a man after all-their hormones were all the same really.
Salina hung back as Ez'ki spoke with a Caminar man. Silvio? Was that his name? She wasn't sure. The goldrider sighed, only picking up a few random words here and there. She got the gist that Ez'ki was trying to pick up more information on just what was going on here. But they couldn't get in trouble over this. They could try and find R'sen and H'fador later.
Salina poked Z'dayi lightly with an elbow, leaning over to whisper with him. "We should go run. Honestly, Zee. Getting in trouble right now wouldn't be a good idea. We'll let this H'gar fellow do as he thinks and then we can find the two greenriders later. C'mon. Please?"
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Post by Alsivor on Sept 25, 2008 17:48:36 GMT -8
Ez'ki's phrasing was somehwhat confusing to Silvio but he nodded. "The girls, of course, they seemed their usual selves just like always yesterday. You know. Running. With everyone." One of the Caminar's hands lifted, finger making a 'circle the Bowl' motion. Again he looked towards the Barracks. "Perturbed ..." then he seemed to give himself a shake and offered his hand to the weyrling. "I beg your pardon, Silvio, is my name. My family trades in fine fabrics," he fell so easily into sales mode, "well met weyrling."
Just then he spotted Aleda and G'tet coming out of the the tunnels that led to the Council Room and his eyes sharpened focus on the pair. He waited on the likely insult that was about to come, or perhaps some surprising politeness from the weyrling. He might actually shake his hand, or he might not. "And there is G'tet now with my sister. I should go welcome them back from their mission. Hopefully the children have been located."
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Post by Invisible on Sept 25, 2008 18:24:47 GMT -8
H’gar was used to dealing with weyrlings who had mood swings and he couldn’t help but wonder if Anayeli was having woman troubles right now. It would explain the odd behavior. Of course he was old enough to know that saying that was a sure death wish. So he sat patiently and waited for Anayeli to be quiet. Since Genet was already quiet he just shot her a look designed to make sure she stayed that way.
“Suppose you tell me what you think is happening then, Anayeli,” he said calmly. “And you will do so civilly or we will have this conversation after you’ve gathered and washed the linens from the barracks. I’ll have none of this attitude.”
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Post by blueaid on Sept 25, 2008 18:51:56 GMT -8
Whether he would have it or not-- "Then I had better go wash linens, sir, because I'm not feeling particularly civil." And Anayeli stood, her lips pressed, all courage found in frustration. No, it would not be wise to suggest woman-troubles to this one, not if a man didn't want to sing soprano afterward. In a month-- heck, even in a week she would undoubtedly find her stride and accord H'gar the respect due his rank. But, for right now, he was just another piece in a jigsaw that didn't seem to fit together quite right, and her dark-eyed regard for the man was level and unphased. She seemed the temperamental type, the type that probably threw childish fits on a regular basis, and it was a credit to the level of her confusion that she maintained a cold demeanor rather than a screaming-and-crying one.
Outside, oblivious to the issues going in in the barracks, Z'dayi gave Silvio one cross look, no bother with an answer, and picked up jogging a moment after Salina went jabbing him in the ribs. Silently, voting with his feet, he agreed with the goldrider's words: getting in trouble right now wouldn't be wise, so he'd just plod around the bowl and entertain himself with the old riddle-- what purpose does all this running-in-circles actually serve? He left Ez'ki to deal or not-deal with the Caminar fellow; it was none of Z'dayi's business, and he meant to keep it that way.
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Post by Invisible on Sept 25, 2008 19:27:12 GMT -8
Truth be told H’gar was not thrilled with the way the morning was starting off. There was strangeness going on in his barracks. There was a part of him that was ready to walk to J’fel and toss the damned knot on his desk. What had he been thinking doing this job? But he was no quitter so H’gar took a deep breath and nodded once.
“Very well then, Anayeli. Genet and I will sit here until you’re done collecting linens and then I will have one of the other staff walk you to the laundry and return when you are done to make the cots.” H’gar turned to Genet and barely suppressed a sigh. She didn’t look pleased with this turn of events, but there was something in her eyes. “Genet? Go run laps with the others.” Maybe if he got her out of the room he’d do better. And since Genet shot up and out for laps…He promised himself a stiff drink later. He was going to need it.
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Post by blueaid on Sept 26, 2008 6:12:25 GMT -8
He didn't need to tell Anayeli twice. She couldn't fault linens for knowing nothing about what had transpired; even if she disliked the chore, even if she was still seething while she yanked and piled, at least it kept her from glaring balefully at everyone around her.
And Ptolemeth didn't seem to mind overmuch. She followed just sat, watching, puzzling. Surely, while she worked, it have Ana the chance to learn how to take comfort from the placid presence of her dragon.
Even if she still didn't understand how Ptolemeth had become her dragon.
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Post by neopanther on Sept 26, 2008 9:38:18 GMT -8
Ez’ki smirked, well the Caminar could be amiable then, “Well met Caminar. I’m Ez’ki” He introduced, a rather over compensating half bow was offered, though whether it was a bough at his own perfect performance, or at the meeting of the other you could not tell, a brief smirk was shared with his amusement.
So this Silvio traded in fabric? Fine fabrics too, he looked down at his clothes, suddenly they felt tired, they were past their best certainly, and he had not explored the idea of shopping since his arrival, his time had been consumed with Xyruth, “Is that so? I may have to pay you and your family a visit, I presume you wouldn’t fleece me then?” He smirked and continued to refer back to the girls, shards how unusual, “Yes, the girls will be fine I am sure.” Then as Silvio moved on to the subject of the returning riders, something in Ez’ki’s mind hit it’s target.
“Yes perhaps you should.” Ez’ki gave what could be considered a friendly smile, he turned, and swiftly picked his walk to a jog, and caught pace with the others, “I think I may have realised something.” He said to Sassie and Z’dayi, “Is this pure coincidence that this has happened on the morning of the ‘missionaries’ return?”
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Post by Invisible on Sept 26, 2008 11:59:21 GMT -8
Within the barracks H’gar watched Anayeli with a puzzled expression. He had no idea why she acted this way. Oh, she’d been something of a pain from the beginning with her fancy ways, but he’d dealt as best he could. But today’s outburst was nothing he wanted to continue dealing with. Best to come down hard on her now and hope she learned. He counted down the months until graduation.
Baristath? Keep an extra close eye on Anquilith and Ptolemeth today for me. I’m not sure one of em ain’t sick or something. The old brownrider wondered if it were just some problem with the little dragons. They did impress to girls and all. They couldn’t be all the same as the other greens. I will watch them. How many more laps shall they do out here? Some are doing more than others.
Just then Genet appeared from the barracks ready to get her own laps done. She paused when she made note of who was talking to Silvio. Rather than go to join him, and risk getting in trouble, she just called out a merry, “Silvio! We’ll talk later!” and took off to run boring, stupid, pointless laps around the bowl.
Inside H'gar stood slowly and rubbed his lower back. He went to the door to grab the basket for the dirty linens to set where Anayeli could get to it easily. It was going to be one of those days. He'd have to have someone go with her to the laundry. I'll come let em stop as soon as they've all run five. It was going to be a lot of laps for those who had started when they were supposed to. And let me know which three finish last. I've got a special chore in mind for them.
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Post by Alsivor on Sept 26, 2008 13:34:40 GMT -8
"If you choose to come to trade, you may always expect a fair deal," Silvio replied. "After all, we are grateful to the Weyr for its hospitatlity," he answered as smoothly as he could though Ez'ki's manner was starting to grate on his last nerve.
His gaze jumped to Genet as she appeared and he lifted a hand to wave. "G'tet and Aleda are back!" he called to her as sht tuned to run, then he nodded politely to Ez'ki. "I hope we will do some business sometime, please excuse me."
Giving up on the whole shared breakfast concept, the Caminar retreated back across the Bowl, jogging to catch up with Aleda and G'tet.
(That would be Silvio's pose-out for this scene. No more posts from him in this thread.)
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