You Should Have Stayed Home [Open]

[BlaidDrwg]

Pausing outside the door, Char made another token effort to do something useful with her hair in an attempt to make it presentable. Part of her regretted that she had to make such an important introduction looking the part of just what the canine had dragged in. There was mud in places it wasn't polite to discuss and she was fairly certain the humidity had done irreversible things to her hair. She gave the frizzy mess a few more tugs, tucking as much of it back behind her ears as she could manage before taking K'tar's introduction as cause enough to step into the doorway herself.

As much as Charlynna looked the part of a half drowned rat, she carried herself with far more dignity than her appearance offered. It came with living at Melisong, among so many harpers, everyone practically holding court on a daily basis when it came to mannerisms and other odd ways of acting. Her dress did attempt to sway with her steps, though soggy it moved with a sort of lackluster lurch as opposed to the intended lightness. Drawing up a few fingers of the cloth with one hand, she dipped a curtsey to the woman and reigned in her smile to a more moderate, polite thing.

"I think, if it's no bother, I'd prefer one without a window." Which meant she wanted the largest but didn't want to come off as that sort of girl. Truthfully, her work had a habit of 'following her home' so to speak, which meant clutter accumulated and a smaller room just wasn't an option for her when a bigger one was available. The next question though had Charlynna putting a hand to the flit's neck, almost as if she'd forgotten she was there entirely.

"We grew up together in Cliffborn." A responsible answer, true enough. "I hope he hasn't started too much trouble?" There was inquiry in her tone, cut short by an exasperated sigh that came unbidden when Mistborn set about making a sight of herself all over the rug. "Really Mist? Is that necessary." It was clear that the flit's antics certainly weren't the kind Charlynna would approve of, but then again, she had a sneaking suspicion the rain had sucked all the fun out of her body, leaving a cantankerous drenched rat in its place.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Mariallyn found the girl’s dignity to be a welcome relief. There surely wouldn’t be arguments about the living arrangements from this one, or if there were, the arguments would be like discussions between adults, instead of the childish screaming and blame-hurling matches that were currently happening between several parties that should have been old enough to know better. Granted, with the amount of mud coating the girl the dignity seemed a little out of place, but Mariallyn was prepared to believe that it was truly the mud that was out of place.

“No bother at all,” Mariallyn assured Charlynna. “You may consider the windowless room to be yours.” The woman was a little puzzled, most newcomers wanted windows, but Charlynna’s preference was indeed a relief, for the two window-possessing rooms had five claimants between them, while no one was trying to move into the windowless one. Mariallyn was not the kind of woman to look for flaws in a gifted firelizard egg, so she didn’t probe to discover if there was any reason that Charlynna wasn’t giving, instead taking the girl’s request at face value.

Mariallyn smiled. From the way Charlynna responded to her question about Sheamus, it seemed that the girl had forgotten the firelizard’s presence. Mariallyn’s sigh joined Charlynna’s then, for Mistborn took that exact moment to start rubbing herself all over, using the rug like a wet person might use a towel. It was hard to be angry about that though, the little Purple looked so cute rolling around on the rug.

“Not that I’ve heard about,” Mariallyn commented, bestowing an amused smile on the stock-still firelizard before continuing. “Certainly less than this silly little firelizard causes.” Her tone put the lie to her attempt at appearing annoyed though, for she sounded much the same as a canine lover cooing over the antics of a favorite canine.

“Back to business,” Mariallyn stated. “I suspect you’ll be happy to hear that there’s a bath in your room, especially with the weather the way it is.” She smiled then, a touch ruefully, for the weather was effecting peoples’ moods and thus making her job about a million times harder.

“Is there anything you need right away?”

[BadWolf]

Ugh Oh. Busted! Mist ducked her head, aching her neck is a draconic show of submission. A soft rumble escaped her as Char's chidding, a purr of sorts, in an attempt to sooth and apologize. She was still young -just a Turn old, after all- and she still had a bit of trouble with impulse control, though her attention span had finally improved in the last handful of months. Shey was working hard on teaching her how to be the best little flitter she could be!

Squak. Squak. Squaksquaksquaksquak. She danced across the rug to her own little song as the nice Headlady talked about her, smiling and clearly being less than annoyed with her. She'd found herself a long weasel as a playmate when she and Shey had arrived at the Weyr, and had picked up a few moves from the little ferret. But clearly the time for silly was over and it was time for serious. So she planted her backside on the rug and waited patiently for them to finish talking. Humans talk a LOT. And it was usually boring stuff! But she couldn't well go and tell Shey that Pretty Char had arrived at the Weyr, only to not know where she had gotten off to! That would mean she was being a bad messenger, only bringing half the message and forgetting the important part! She would wait till Char had found her rooms, then she would go find Hers and tell him that Pretty Char was here.

Mistborn- Purple Flitter

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[BlaidDrwg]

That she'd get the bigger of the rooms was immensely pleasing to the girl, enough that her smile gave way to brighten immediately and she nodded. Already she had plans in her head for the potential decorating she might do once she'd had a look at it and while there wouldn't be the fresh light windows offered, she was certain she'd have more use for open space than for sunlight. It'd be a matter now of looking at the space itself to determine just what alterations, if any she'd need, though she expected an additional table or work bench would have to be requested. How one went about that though, she'd have to figure out later on.

Bending, she scooped up the purple firelizard and deposited her back on her shoulder, tutting her rolling and sighing softly.

"Good, though Mist has been known to be quite the naughty beast." Her tone was chiding, but gentle enough. Something in her relaxed visibly at the mention of a bath and she let out a long sigh, all but melting at even the idea of steam swirling around her.

"You've no idea how nice that sounds." Charlynna laughed, casting a glance down at herself and amending her statement. "Actually, maybe you can tell." She ran a hand through her hair and then shook her head.

"Nothing right now I don't think, except maybe that bath. After I see my room I might be able to figure out if I require anything, but for now I think I'll be more than happy with just the bath."

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Mariallyn watched Mistborn for about half a second. Satisfied that the little Purple firelizard was not about to leap into some other activity, she returned her attention to the conversation. She smiled when Charlynna picked up the firelizard; there was just something so eternally cute about firelizards on shoulders, even firelizards that had a knack for causing trouble and had just soaked one’s rug.

“Well, I will say that if I had to go outside for any length of time, I’d end up wanting a bath,” Mariallyn smiled. That was the one thing she was glad about in having taken over her current tasks, they frequently kept her inside, which was a blessing in weather like this.

“In light of which, I won’t keep you from that bath.” Mariallyn paused. “K’tar, since you know where open room is, show Charlynna to it, would you?”

K’tar, lounging outside the door, had no trouble properly interpreting Mariallyn’s statement. Decoded, it meant: “K’tar, show Charlynna her room” with no room for refusal. With a sigh, for he didn’t really associate being a dragonrider with running errands for non-dragonriders, K’tar leaned back around the door.

“If you would follow me?” he asked, meeting Charlynna’s eyes before turning to lead her to the room. It wasn’t that far away from where they were, just a couple halls down and another three over. He didn’t notice that he was traveling in silence; he was thinking about how best to ensure that his room would pass inspection in the morning, since by now it was doubtless covered in mud from both Viarth and Altahyr.

[BadWolf]

Mist gave a huff of surprise as she was scooped up and hoisted onto Char's shoulder. Umph, that was quick and very unexpected! But not unpleasant, as she liked being on shoulders. And Pretty Charlynna had a very nice shoulder indeed! With a trilling purr, she nuzzled against Char's cheek and ear, nibble-nibbling ever so softly on the lobe before snuggling down on her shoulder and dantily wrapping her tail around behind Char's neck and over her other shoulder.

Like a comfortable feline, Mist stayed put as they were lead to Char's new room. She watched as the purple-big-flitter's-Mine lead them through the Weyr. She did her best to keep a mental map of where they were going, so she could show Shey after she bid farewell to Pretty Charlynna. Shey would be very cross if she took him to the wrong room!

Mistborn- Purple Flitter

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