Richelle slipped into the kitchens, Ionth's small white body twining around the furniture after her. She had missed breakfast - oiling Ionth had just been so entertaining; she had never been able to study a dragonet so closely before! - and now her stomach was revolting against her.
"Bread, bread, bread..." The dark haired girl opened a cabinet and frowned at the lack of bread inside. "Bread..."
Bread is disgusting.
"You would think that; you're a meat eater. Carnivorous. Though I hear that there's a kind of dragon - Wood, I think - that are herbivores. Fascinating."
Jaedin brushed her blonde hair back from her face in an almost irritated manner. She needed to get it hacked off. Again. The kitchens were rather quiet, or at least in her reckoning. But, then, she had just come from a room with a rather upset Wood flitter, down a hall with the same flitter, then finally walked into the kitchen and lost the flitter thanks to her dragoness' kind orders to the little Wood. She felt a little bad. Lili was often hyper. And, a lot of the time, Jaedin wasn't really in the mood for it. She winced a little then made her way over to get something to eat. She thought she heard her stomach growl...
Mine... She wants to play and I rather not right now.
Jaedin chuckled and didn't answer, getting some bread and looking for a seat. Hmm... She spotted Richelle. She had impressed recently, right? To a white? Jaedin decided she would go introduce herself. She walked over to the girl and gave her a smile. "Hello. I don't believe we've formally met," she paused for a moment, " My name is Jaedin, rider of Sunlance Sarmaenerth. It is nice to meet you...?" She trailed off, waiting for the girl to supply the answer.
Richelle turned her head as another woman entered, watching her for a moment as the newcomer grabbed bread from a cabinet. With a small grin, Richelle bounced over towards the cabinet.
Reaching in, she ripped off a hunk of bread from the nearest loaf as the woman - Jaedin - began speaking. "I suppose it is nice to meet you, though nothing has been proven to support that conclusion yet. And no, we haven't formally met. I'm Richelle."
Transferring the bread to her left hand, she extended her right hand for a handshake. "And the small White following me is Ionth."
K'reln stopped down the hallway with disgust. Yet another lead had turned up dry. Not since he found A'candar in a remote southern village had one peep of the deadly pair surfaced. It gnawed at him, the personal responsibility he felt for the situation. Pern could be in more danger at any moment but he had never been able to stop it when the problem was smaller.
~What would you have done?~ Moronath inquired from his home inside the Weyr. As a full grown Brown he stayed in his home most of the time when they weren't out on Weyr business.
K'reln pondered the question but had no immediate answer. The possibilities battled inside him. He wasn't sure. His stomach knotted up and he sped up his pace to get to the kitchens faster. Something to eat might settle it, though it took a lot more to calm his mind.
Even though it was in the off hours there were two others chatting amiably in the kitchens. K'reln traced the bread in the girl's hand back to its source and took a piece for himself. He should have said something polite...but K'reln had never been one for regular manners. He plunged further in the kitchens to look for the rest of his breakfast.
Jaedin grinned. She thought she rather liked Richelle already. "You impressed to Ionth in the last hatching?" she asked. She had missed, though that seemed the likely conclusion. "Congratulations on impressing! I'm afraid I missed the hatching itself..." It was about this point that Lili swooped in, taking up residency in an indignant manner on her Rider's shoulder, reaching towards the bread in her hand, as if to snatch some. Jaedin moved it. "No, no, Lili," she told the Wood with a stern look.
She looked up as K'reln walked by. Hmm... I've seen him before. K'reln, I do belive. Jaedin mused for a moment, trying not to appear to be paying too much attention to the newcomer rather than to the young woman whom she had started a conversation with.
It was about this point that two brothers, nearly identical, though one was a few years older walked into the kitchens. Sentysen and Sesthynat. Or, Sen and Nat, as they often went by. They were new to the Weyr, but neither had Impressed in the last hatching. Both were a bit disappointed, but it was expressed differently between them. One of the brothers, Nat went to get something for the two to drink and the other, Sen, went to retrieve bread for the two. "Excuse me," Sen said quietly to K'reln and the two women before reaching for the bread.
Richelle let her hand drop. The kitchen, she realized, was getting rather full. She lifted the bread to her hand and took a small nibble.
Will you not introduce yourself to the others? Ionth nudged Richelle's legs, looking up at his dark haired Rider with whirling eyes. It is good to have companions, is it not?
"Good indeed," murmured Richelle under her breath - getting in the habit of speaking only in her mind to Ionth was something she had not yet adapted to, especially when he was still small enough to bring everywhere with her.
"And yes, I did Impress Ionth in the last Hatching. That isn't too hard to figure out, given his size and our lack of knowledge about each other - you and I, I mean, not Ionth and I - but thank you for your congratulations." Richelle eyed Sen, studying the way he swung between the two of them. "You're excused."
"Here," K'reln mumbled, setting a jar of spread on the counter. It made the bread taste better. He already had some on his piece. He kept rummaging in the cupboard. There ought to be something else to eat in this Weyr, small as it was. He tried the next shelf and found some dried meat in wrappings. He took several pieces and then left it on the counter for the boy.
K'reln sampled his findings. It was decent. "That's for you," he mumbled, gesturing to the food.
~When did you become such a social grump?~ Moronath asked with a touch of sarcastic innocence.
Since dangerous criminals started disappearing without a trace, K'reln snapped. He felt Moronath's soothing understanding come flowing back towards him in response. K'reln suppressed a sigh and walked back into the main kitchen.
"Mornin' Jaedin. Who's the new recruit?" K'reln asked casually He grabbed a chair and sat down on it backwards. The BrownRider kept eating. He was hungry, hence kitchens.
"Thank you," Sen said to the BrownRider, giving him a smile. His smile was almost always somewhat crooked. It was just naturally that way. He looked over his shoulder and saw his brother with two mugs. He took what the Rider had left for him and some bread and quickly went to join his brother. The other boy, as handsome as he was, did not smile, although is brother seemed happy to see him. Sen was almost a foot taller than Nat and much more plain in appearance, but they were still similar enough that you could see the relation between them.
Jaedin grinned. "Hey K'reln. This is Richelle and White Ionth. And I see you've met Sentysen over there," she said, motioning to the boy and his brother. "You doing alright? Other than hungry?" she asked him gently. She never liked to press him...
It was entertaining to Richelle that all the men in the room were, under any connotation of the word, attractive - but if they knew it, they were either oblivious or their unsmiling ways added an unfriendly air that encouraged those around them not to act on said attractiveness.
"K'reln? It is a pleasure to meet you. I think. It's the proper social greeting, and as nice as it is to know you, I'm not sure it's a pleasure..."
Is that rude or honest? I believe it is both. I shall try to tone down the first while maintaining the second. Thank you, Ionth.
Richelle let a smile slip across her face as she looked at the Rider, nodding her head once before lifting the bread to her lips again.
Kyuuki crept into the kitchens, feeling a little weird. She had a couple of pieces of parchment under her arm and Lantern was on her shoulder. It felt a little weird for her to be out at this time. If she went out she liked it to be much later or much earlier, but she was hungry and Lantern has insisted on going with. It seemed like there were plenty of riders about, including a weyrling. She had enjoyed watching that particular hatching, it was nice to be an observer. The flame firelizard gave her a bump with his head to remind her what was going on. Right, she was hungry. She scurried to get some bread, taking care to keep the parchment from slipping. After an extra second of thought she grabbed a bit of the dried meat and put the hunk of bread in between her teeth to hold. She just had to find a spot to sit, going back to her room was out of the question. She went straight for the closest chair, not focusing on the conversation in the air. She was beginning to wish that she did not bring reading material along for while she ate. Reading gave her a bad enough headache when she did not have anything on her mind. “Aantfern.” The flame still recognized his name though it was horrible mutilated with the bread in her mouth. She offered the flitter the parchment, which he took gingerly. If she did not give it to the flitter she would almost certainly forget them here. With that done, she took the bread out of her mouth and glanced around. She could not recognize two of the people here at all, and most of the rest she had only seen a couple of times. She took a bite of bread as she contemplated this, giving an unfocused stare to the rest of the people in the kitchens.
He glanced at Jaedin as she voiced her question. It was laced with a hint of concern, or at least curious inquiry. She was a Rider of this Weyr, though she hadn't Impressed here. He would have known. He knew all the Riders of Ice Stone, though he interacted on a personal level with almost none of them. He decided to say something. "Sharding wherry hunt problems again," he snarled quietly. "I like getting out of this icebox and into the world, but looking for a full grown, mangled and deranged sociopath isn't my idea of a vacation." He paused. He hadn't meant to snap. K'reln let himself sigh as he drooped his shoulders in apology. His guilt twinged painfully inside him.
So K'reln held back the cringe, a mix of his guilt and a chuckle toward the girl as introduced herself. Quite the literalistic one it seemed, and with a White dragon too. She'd have to give it a good effort to grow out of that habit. Since it felt proper given the personality he was addressing he added, "The traditional and proper greeting between two unacquainted Riders is 'Well met', though yours is correct in most Holds. Were you a Hold born?" K'reln asked. People from the North had a variety of backgrounds that differed from the typical Southern Weyr.
Jaedin gave K'reln a soft smile. "I'm sorry, K'reln...?" her tone was caring, but not hurt. She refrained from saying more, looking over at Richelle, feeling slightly awkward. She sighed, thinking, but turned her attention back to Richelle and gave her a big grin, as was what was typical of her. Jaedin tore of a small piece of bread and gave it to the Wood Flitter who landed on her shoulder. The Flitt ate it quickly, watching the bread from her perch, but remaining quiet for the moment.
Sentysen looked up at the girl who had just sat down. He supposed that it wouldn't do any harm to sit with her.... Or at least he hoped not. Sentysen lead his brother over and took a seat. Sesthynat did not follow his lead at first. "Hello." Sentysen said to the girl, his smile big and, as usual, slightly crooked. His brother sat down next to him after a moment, eyes down, unsmiling.
Kyuuki was in the middle of chewing on a piece of bread when the two she could not recognize at all came over toward her. She stopped mid-chew to look at them, a touch envious of the tan these boys could get. It was kinda of silly, since she really did like to stay inside, but she occasionally wished she did not burn at the drop of a hat. She swallowed in order to respond to the one who had spoken to her. “Uh, hi.” Her voice was its usual feather light self, especially since these were new people. Lantern was watching both of them very carefully, something that had become a habit of his. Kyuuki figured he was curious, but somehow that just did not fit the intensity the little flame gave those stares. Despite her usual wariness of people she was curious about something. “Are you both new here?” She tilted her head slightly, causing her bangs to fall back into her face. How was she ever going to survive growing her bangs out? She might just have to give in and keep the bangs. In the mean time she pushed them out of her eyes, wishing she had brought a pin to pin them back.
The kitchen was getting rather full. Did everybody get hungry at the same time here?
Richelle snapped her attention back to K'reln, a small smile flitting over her face as he told her the correct response. "Well met. I shall remember that. And yes, I was born at a Hold. Harper parents. Awfully disappointed that I never picked up their artistic talent, but if that means I get to be here, I much prefer it that way." She flashed the Rider a quick grin before taking another bite of her piece of bread.