Things that go Bump in the Night (Nyn & Distant) Sept 8, 2012 9:07:29 GMT -8
Post by Void on Sept 8, 2012 9:07:29 GMT -8
Svak lounged on Tsubareth, flopped across his neck, feet waving in the air distractedly, drawing on a piece of paper she had on the floor. His head was curved around as he watched Svak draw. The window was open giving her a great view of the stars, Timor and Belior were high enough that they did not wash out the rectangle of sky in view of her room. Ayen was perched on top of Tsubareth's head laying down on the length of his head in between his head knobs sleeping peacefully dreaming of the beach and all the possible shells one could find there most likely. Svak let her feet drop to the floor in frustration. The Midnight huffed a puff of air through his nose in question.
“Uggghhh it doesn't look right at all, this one is way to off from the others.” She gestured to the piece of paper filled with carefully placed dots. She squinted out the window at the sky again. “See? That one is definitely more to the right.” Tsubareth gazed from the paper and then to the window and back.
Seeing the distance it must travel from the sky to your paper one can not expect it to land in its exact position the first time.
“So I'm a cross worldly star teleporter now am I?” She looked back at the paper where she had attempted to draw a constellation. It was actually pretty good but to her detailed oriented eyes she noticed every single misdemeanor compared to what was floating outside her window. Groaning she picked up the paper and slid down his neck till she was laying fully on the floor with just her feet propped up on him now. She pinned the paper down with one finger staring at the drawing. She turned to say something to Tsubareth but never got the chance. A streak of blue and silver shot into the room with a high shrill diving to the floor, snatching the drawing. Tsubareth's head shot up in alarm launching poor Ayen into the air who, having been dead asleep, spun through the air even more startled than him. She had been sleeping so peacefully a moment ago dreaming of the warm-golden-home-of-the-colorful-things-from-the-big-blue-wet-puddle on the big-dark-blue-pillow (Tsubareth) who just happened to launch her amidst the sound of something else screeching. She landed with a bounce on the bed flopping to a halt on her back one wing pinned under her the other sticking into the air, her tail on her face.
“Hey!” Svak called as she stumbled to her feet having forgotten they were resting on Tsubareth's neck. The intruder flitt, a Dream by the looks of it, circled around frantically apparently having lost track of the window. Svak completely lost balance, crashing into the door knob and falling into the hallway. Really she was surprised no one filed a complaint about their overly loud Weyrling neighbor who liked to do all sorts of loud things in the middle of the night. I wonder if Midnights get their own little section away from everyone else when they get their weyrs. Now that the door was open, the little Flitt streeked out of the room and went down the hall, her prize of paper fluttering crazily in the wind making flying in a strait line rather impossible for the little flitter.
“Get back here!” And off Svak went charging down the halls after a random flitt who seemed to be flying with a piece of paper filled with random dots. Yeah, her weyrmates loved her for sure and certain.