Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 1, 2012 21:53:22 GMT -8
Tamaruk had, seemingly over the past few weeks, come out of his habitual shell enough to start attempting to satisfy his curiosity. He would even ask questions of adults, although that had to wait until they were introduced. On the other hand, he had also discovered that listening in on conversations was a great way to learn what it was that he wanted to know, and without all the trouble and mental discomfort of having to ask questions himself. Of course, most of the best spots to eavesdrop from were in areas only the most adventurous would typically go, but that meant there was less chance of running into somebody, right?
Tamaruk came around a corner, only to find himself face to face with another person! Startled, he jumped back, but then stepped forward again, curious.
A sneeze floated down through the hallway as Era stirred up some dust off of a self in the room she currently was poking around in. It looked to have been a storage room, long unused. There were a few items littered around, mostly small stuff. Trash in other words. But to era, as she shifted through the stuff, each piece told a little bit more about the Weyr she could now call home.
In a folded pile of linens, she found a small box, on it were dragons, each one carved into the wood with loving care. Who would have left this here? It's far too pretty to be forgotten! Era spent most of the candlemark taking in the details of the box and trying to find a way to open it without breaking it. She was quite content to sit there and forget about the passing time, while going back in time to where she imagined who the owner could be.
It was a sound out in the corridor that roused her from her musings. Curious, she set the box down and went to go investigate the source. Only for the source to come to her in a sudden appearance. She stepped back in surprise and blinked several times, her mind wondering where in Pern did this boy come from!
She leaned back as the boy stepped forward, wary of his intentions. Not that she was too worried about anything happening, she herself knew how to deal with boys, having a brother at home.
"Um, Hello. Can I help you with something? My name's Era, what's yours?" She couldn't help it, the questions came forth before she could stop them. Not that she wanted too, she was far too curious about this person.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 5, 2012 11:47:16 GMT -8
Tamaruk, who’d opened his mouth to ask the young lady roughly the same questions, closed it again. “I’m Tamaruk,” he answered, half shrugging. He was still a little off-kilter from finding someone here where he hadn’t expected a person to be, but… “I don’t know,” he said, answering Era’s first question. “I was just roaming around; I do that a lot back here.” He wasn’t particularly nervous, a fact that made him excessively pleased with himself. Rallin and Gillian, and Ayasha and her parents, were always telling him that it was a good thing to be relaxed and comfortable around people, but he had only recently gotten the trick of it, and it was still rather hard at times.
“What about you, do you need help with anything?” he asked. His tone was a little overly careful, but that was because he still had to focus to keep it within the volume boundaries that Gillian made him practice. If he stopped paying attention, it frequently slipped into the “too soft” range.
"Nice to meet you Tamaruk." she paused and considered his offer then shrugged. "I don't really need help with anything, but if you want to stick around and help me put this room here back in order, who knows what we might find!" She grinned and motioned to the room she just emerged from.
She tiled her head to the side, her grin lessened some but didn't vanish, as she mad an observation. "Your trying to hard. Don't no what your trying to accomplish, but if you relax , it'll be easier."
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 6, 2012 5:00:39 GMT -8
Tamaruk, who had caught sight of the interesting-looking box over the girl’s shoulder, was more than willing to stick around. He wasn’t sure about her advice, but he decided to give it a try.
“I’d love to stick around!” he exclaimed. He flicked his gaze around the room. “Where should we start?” his tone had gotten a little softer, but it was still in the ‘conversation range’, and he was grinning broadly enough to make up for that.
"Have you seen the eggs yet?" Tamaruk asked, his grin broadening at the memory of the eggs grouped together on the Hatching Sands.
Era gave a short nod and moved back into the room, making room for Tamaruk to enter. At his question, Era pursed her lips and surveyed the room wondering the very same thing. "Well, I suppose we can pick a corner of the room and work from there. With that said, how about we work on this corner here?" she gestured to the corner she had been working on.
She moved the small box out of the way so they wouldn't step on it as they worked. "No I haven't seen the eggs yet. Have you?" she asked looking over at him as she took a seat on the floor and began sorting the pile of linens into what could still be used and what could only be used as rags.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 7, 2012 13:44:31 GMT -8
Tamaruk moved over to the indicated corner. There were a few crates near it, and he opened the closest and started looking through it. The first object he pulled out looked like collapsible shelving of some sort, like what might be used to store sleeping furs or towels when the owner didn’t expect to stay somewhere long. He immediately set it up and gathered the nearby linens and put them on it. That was better, at least now they were off the ground.
“Just a couple days ago,” Tamaruk said. “There’s so many of them, and they’re all grouped close to Temperanth. She’s got three of them like, right next to her all the time.” Tamaruk’s voice was now completely within normal conversational range, dragons were his favorite subject, even if it was one he knew hardly anything about, and excitement raised his voice to a normal boy’s register and volume.
The rest of the stuff in the crate looked like it belonged there, so Tamaruk started picking up odds and ends off the floor. A broken wooden practice sword here, a damaged clay cup over there… “Why do people keep stuff like this in storage?” Tamaruk asked, holding up his latest find, a sapphire blue tunic with a matching belt. “If you want, we can go check out the eggs when we’re done here,” he added. He really did like looking at the eggs, and it seemed a shame that Era hadn’t gotten to see them yet, and besides, he couldn’t go out to see them unless he had someone with him, as per Masterhealer Aurelav. Going to see the eggs would be fun, and since he was enjoying himself, he saw no point not to include Era.