What do you mean Home? {Open}

[Simile]

Chantrea sat quietly, watching... Zigfried and Amp were somewhere to her left skittering and scurrying about as they fought over Zig's meal. Amp had already downed his while Zig had been eating slowly and enjoying it. Chantrea sighed. "Amp! Come!" she commanded the flitter who seemed to flinch at her tone of voice and came to land in front of her, looking guilty. Chantrea just picked him up and put him on her shoulder, letting Zigfried finihs eating before standing and giving a short whistle for the both of them to join her as she headed out and into the Weyrbowl. What was there to do today?

Certainly there wasn't any trouble to be up to, no one to track and watch... Faranth sometimes she missed her old life. And yet she had wanted to come here and find a different life. But sometimes it was so different. She needed attention. She needed to have something to do... There was something going on nearby. she had heard about it... maybe she would have to go have a look... and of course bring a few other people along... or attract a few. She didn't like being unnoticed. Which tended to seem to the case these days.

The brown haired girl took a long stride out towards entrance to the Weyr. Going out was not entirely common amongst Candidates... but maybe a walk could prove to be of interest. Perhaps she and her two blue flitters could find something to do or someone to bother into paying a little attention... Something...

But whatever the case would be, Chan was certain of one thing. She was no where near having a home yet. She never had. Never would... A home had to be... something special with special people. Of course... this would become a home soon enough. She knew it would.. First, though, she needed to find.... a few real friends.

[summerrain]

Tera laughed, darting through the trees. Her unique status as a child Weyrling gave her some privelages that the elder ones didn't have, mainly the lack of overly difficult chores. She had more time to herself, but that time was often taken up by remedial lessons that she would've gotten as a Candidate.

As she darted through the trees, the little Wood hatchling followed close behind, bounding and gliding, unable to fly quite yet. They were both young, and so seemed a good match. For the time being, their personalities were pretty much the same. "Picosith, we don't have much time before we have to go back to lessons," the girl said to the dragonet.

TeraMine, slow down! I can't fly yet! came the reply. The girl turned to look behind her, running into a new girl she hadn't met before. TeraMine! Are you alright? Picosith asked the girl, coming up beside her.

"I'm fine," Tera said, both to the dragnoet and to the girl she ran into. She had fallen to the ground, but picked herself up a few moments later. She looked at the older girl. "Sorry. I was playing with Picosith, and I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?" she asked the girl. She saw the two flits on her shoulders. "Woah! Fire lizards! Cool!" She reached out, then pulled her hand back slightly. "Can I pet them?" she asked the girl on who's shoulders the flits in question were resting. "I don't have my own fire lizard. Only Picosith, and Aunt Sanata. Mama and Papa live at CliffSide Sea Hold. Mama's a weaver. Papa does lots of sea trading." Already she was rambling. "Sorry! I'm Tera, and this is my Picosith."

Pleased to meet you, said the little Wood to the new arival. I do not believe we have met. I am Picosith. TeraMine is young. Please help watch over her.

"Picosith! I don't need you acting like mama too!" Tera said with false indignanty. "I get enough of that from mama's letters. If I had a really smart Fire Lizard, I could train them to carry messages to mama for me. It would be so much easier than having to wait for the runners to come with the news and letters... And so much faster."