Post by phantomofthewolves on Dec 8, 2011 5:40:40 GMT -8
15.08.23/Candidate Barracks at RMW/Afternoon
Miska had just arrived from Benden Weyr with her beloved firelizard, Greta. As she was directed to her living quarters by the Searchrider who searched her, she sighed and patted Greta's green head. When she arrived at her room, she opened the door, hoping to find her new roommate, instead she found an empty room. "Well, Greta, I guess we're all alone this time." she said to Greta. Greta swooped from her shoulder and landed on the chest near the window. She curled around herself and began to sleep.
Miska set her bags down on the floor and sat on the bed, staring at the walls. She was thinking of her family, consisting of her mother, her brother, her sister and her father, who died before seeing her be Searched by her mother. She tried not to cry, but she couldn't help herself sometimes, like when she saw a blue dragon or maybe the time she didn't Impress the first time she was eligible.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar noise: footsteps. She quickly picked up her bags, tossed them under her bed and woke Greta, who was a bit annoyed from being wakened from her nap. She leaped onto her shoulder and gripped her gown a bit too tightly, as if in anticipation. Miska opened the door and peaked behind both corners. There was nobody there, he or she must have passed by. She sighed and shut the door. Then, there was a knocking at the door. She opened it and gave a whispered "Hello?"
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Dec 15, 2011 7:53:25 GMT -8
Talira walked as quickly as she could through the Candidate Barracks; she was under strict orders from both of her parents not to run. As a consequence of her moving slower than usual, Crimson Moril was riding on her shoulder, rather than swooping around in front of her as was his wont. She walked past the closed door on her left without really noticing it, then, curious, she doubled back. The closed door was intriguing to the curious nine Turn old. Surely, even those Candidates that had not Impressed were outside, for the weather was gorgeous and families were present. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.
The young lady who opened the door was about Talira’s own height, and had a Green flitt on her shoulder. She wasn’t someone Talira had seen before, so maybe she was new. “Hello, I’m Talira,” she said, grinning with her perpetual excitement. “What’s your name?” she continued, at the same time as Moril chirped an inquiry-greeting to the unknown Green.
Post by phantomofthewolves on Feb 7, 2012 9:20:37 GMT -8
Miska was surprised to see a 9 turn old with a RED flitt outside her room. She gave a smile, stuck out her hand and replied "Miska. Miska Puduski." She shook hands with the young girl and Greta chirped a greeting to the weird-looking flitt. "I have never seen that color of firelizard before!" Miska exclaimed, "What's its name?"
Miska smiled when the name was revealed. "Moril. Kinda a weird name for a flitt, but that's what happens with imagination." She chuckled warmly at the thought of imagination going wild. She sat down against the wall and Greta swooped down onto the floor, looking for something to eat. "So, where are your parents?" Miska asked as she pulled a piece of meat for Greta. Greta took it and swallowed it whole, licking her lips.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Feb 10, 2012 19:26:06 GMT -8
“He’s named after my great-grandfather’s dragon, Morillarth” Talira supplied, “What’s you Green’s name again?” Talira asked. Realizing the young woman had asked her a question, she hurriedly continued: “Oh, my mom’s up at the feast. I think my dad had a patrol or something. He wasn’t even here for the Hatching, so you know that’s serious.” Her grin faded a little towards the end, not that she really minded that her dad hadn’t been there, or even, really noticed; like most weyr-bred children, she was fostered and seldom interacted with her parents, as parents, for any length of time.
“Do you want me to show you how to get to the Feast Cavern?” Talira asked. “The Feast is probably going to start soon, and they’ve got a whole lot of redfruit!” Lowing her voice slightly, to a conspiratorial whisper, she added: “The Headwoman, Lindalyn, overrode a bunch of people’s objections, made them go deeper into the forest to get the really good fruit. They all didn’t want to go, scared that something might happen to them.” Talira snorted. “Ha, if I’d been on that run, I wouldn’t have said anything, I’m not afraid!”
Post by phantomofthewolves on Feb 18, 2012 12:56:30 GMT -8
"Her name is Greta." Miska replied. She gave another piece of meat to Greta and she took a piece a bread she had been saving and ate it. When the young girl asked if she would like to be shown the way to the Feast Cavern, she smiled. "Lead the way!" she told her and Greta hopped onto her shoulder as she stood up.
As they walked, the young girl announced that she was not afraid of anything. Miska rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Some people can be that way," she said. "but sometimes things don't go the way they want it to be." Greta chirped as a fly buzzed around her head. She snapped at it until the fly flew off in another direction.
"So, what color was Morillarth?" Miska asked the young girl.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Feb 20, 2012 0:48:56 GMT -8
“Greta,” Talira rolled the name around in her mouth, as she led the way back towards the Feast Cavern. She liked the way it sounded. “That’s a cool name,” she said.
She turned slightly when Miska asked her about Morillarth. “Morillarth was Crimson, like Moril,” Talira replied with a smile. Hearing his name, Moril looked over at Talira from his perch on her shoulder, arching his neck so that his nose touched her hair. Talira absently reached up and rubbed his head. She held her questions for another couple seconds, using up her energy in a high-stepping, bouncy stride, then they spilled forth:
“Where are you from? Are any of your family members Riders?” She glanced over towards the young woman as she spoke, bright interest and curiosity showing in her eyes.
Post by phantomofthewolves on Jun 17, 2012 9:39:53 GMT -8
Miska smiled as the young girl bounced with every step. "A Crimson. I never heard of that color before." she said. The young girl then asked her about her family. She never spoke of her father to anyone after his death, but the young girl wanted her to respond, so she did. "My dad was a blue rider, my mom's a green. My brother is a blue handler and my twin sister is a green rider. About my dad, he died when I was three."
As she said those two words, tears built up in her eyes. She wiped them away and continued onwards to the Dining Hall. "I'm from Benden Weyr." she continued to say. She was homesick, but it was for the best.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 17, 2012 12:18:08 GMT -8
“I’m sorry about your Dad,” Talira said. She really meant it, though she was closer to her grandfather than her father. The words sounded a bit rehearsed though, for despite being extremely social, she was still learning about such things as “acceptable responses” and of course, it felt awkward, having brought up the subject. To solve the problem, Talira quickly changed the subject.
“Benden? What’s it like there? Do you know if the relationship is improving? Between here and Ben…” Talira’s voice trailed off as she realized that this was hardly an appropriate subject either, both because she wasn’t supposed to know about strained relations, and because, well, Miska was from Benden. A strain of music saved her.
"Oh, that's gonna be the Harper who stopped by! He's from Melisong, and he knows the Lord Holder there!" Talira's steps, already fast, quickened.