Things that go Bump in the Night (Nyn & Distant)

[Void]

Svak lounged on Tsubareth, flopped across his neck, feet waving in the air distractedly, drawing on a piece of paper she had on the floor. His head was curved around as he watched Svak draw. The window was open giving her a great view of the stars, Timor and Belior were high enough that they did not wash out the rectangle of sky in view of her room. Ayen was perched on top of Tsubareth's head laying down on the length of his head in between his head knobs sleeping peacefully dreaming of the beach and all the possible shells one could find there most likely. Svak let her feet drop to the floor in frustration. The Midnight huffed a puff of air through his nose in question.

“Uggghhh it doesn't look right at all, this one is way to off from the others.” She gestured to the piece of paper filled with carefully placed dots. She squinted out the window at the sky again. “See? That one is definitely more to the right.” Tsubareth gazed from the paper and then to the window and back.


Seeing the distance it must travel from the sky to your paper one can not expect it to land in its exact position the first time.

“So I'm a cross worldly star teleporter now am I?” She looked back at the paper where she had attempted to draw a constellation. It was actually pretty good but to her detailed oriented eyes she noticed every single misdemeanor compared to what was floating outside her window. Groaning she picked up the paper and slid down his neck till she was laying fully on the floor with just her feet propped up on him now. She pinned the paper down with one finger staring at the drawing. She turned to say something to Tsubareth but never got the chance. A streak of blue and silver shot into the room with a high shrill diving to the floor, snatching the drawing. Tsubareth's head shot up in alarm launching poor Ayen into the air who, having been dead asleep, spun through the air even more startled than him. She had been sleeping so peacefully a moment ago dreaming of the warm-golden-home-of-the-colorful-things-from-the-big-blue-wet-puddle on the big-dark-blue-pillow (Tsubareth) who just happened to launch her amidst the sound of something else screeching. She landed with a bounce on the bed flopping to a halt on her back one wing pinned under her the other sticking into the air, her tail on her face.

“Hey!” Svak called as she stumbled to her feet having forgotten they were resting on Tsubareth's neck. The intruder flitt, a Dream by the looks of it, circled around frantically apparently having lost track of the window. Svak completely lost balance, crashing into the door knob and falling into the hallway. Really she was surprised no one filed a complaint about their overly loud Weyrling neighbor who liked to do all sorts of loud things in the middle of the night. I wonder if Midnights get their own little section away from everyone else when they get their weyrs. Now that the door was open, the little Flitt streeked out of the room and went down the hall, her prize of paper fluttering crazily in the wind making flying in a strait line rather impossible for the little flitter.

“Get back here!” And off Svak went charging down the halls after a random flitt who seemed to be flying with a piece of paper filled with random dots. Yeah, her weyrmates loved her for sure and certain.

[Nyn]

The firelizard Nyn peered through the lighted opened window. It was dark and the night air was cool and slightly breezy. What caught her mischevious sandy-gold eyes lightly fluttered inside the room beyond the window. Its owner pinned it down with a finger to make sure it didn't escape her grasp. This paper was unlike the other pieces-of-note the little fire lizard had collected before. She purred with silent exhilaration. Smooth-cream-note-thing-humans-write-upon! Nyns! Its uniqueness had caught her eye,with its intricate and somewhat detailed constellations and inky patterns. With-fancy-circley-round-things-and-glisteny-grey-shades! The fire lizards fascination with ink and anything paper made her an extremely determined little beast with a mind to get what she wanted. With a shrill the fire lizard flew swiftly through the window, the make-shift curtain that was used to keep the sun from sneaking in during the early hours of the morning swirled into a twist. With lightning-like speed and cunning agility the fire lizard swooped down and deftly snatched her target with her talons.
"Hey!" Svak cried out, her paper ripped from her grasp. But it was too late, Nyn had snatched the drawing. The fire lizard let out a happy shrill, feeling victorious of her theft. Now for the exit. Nyn anxiously searched around the room, flying in swift circles and searching for her nearest exit. With all the commotion going on during her attempted escape, the little fire lizard was starting to become distressed. She couldn't find her exit and the big-blue-thing and surprised-violet-eyed-girl was trying to grasp her bearings, and not to mention the other fire lizard that was thrown back due to Nyn's dramatic entrance to get her smooth-cream-note-thing-that-humans-write-upon. The little fire lizard looked anxious, her sandy-gold eyes filled with franticness. Suddenly, Svak slammed violently into the door, opening it and tumbling into the dark hallway. "Scree!" Nyn made a shrill noise,excited that the door was open. She could escape! With a wobbly leap she flew into the air, her stolen note clutched in her talons. The paper slightly weighed her down due to its papery awkwardness that was like flying with another wing that was uncontrollable. She darted swiftly off down the dimly lit hallway. The glows that lined the hallway for means of light seemed to stream past her in a yellow-white color as she flew swiftly past.

Svak quickly grasped what had happened. Her sketch had been stolen from her! Without waiting to think any longer she dashed after the fire lizard. "Get back here!" she hollered after the thieving flitt. Svak ran down the narrow and dimly lit hallway with the fire lizard in her view. The staircase was close ahead, leading to the outside.She urged herself to run faster, her legs picking up pace and her heart pounding loudly in her chest from her quick takeoff after the pesky flitt.

Nyn, a usually good flyer at night, was liking this game. Chased-by-human-fun! she thought and let out another screech. Suddenly the stairs came into view. "EEee!" she flew into the wall, her wing grazing the glows and knocking the shiny encasement to the floor, causing the yellow-white-things to roll across the stone floor. She used her clawed feet to launch herself from the wall as the pathway made a sharp and unsuspected turn to the outside. Flying down the stairs her wings stroked the air powerfully as she careened into the night-land outside. Nyn paused for a second, her sandy-gold eyes glistened with a tinge of orange, showing her panic.The game was fun but the paper was making it awkward to fly properly. Svak suddenly appeared in front of her. The girl had caught up. Without bothering to catch her breath, the girl leapt toward the frantic flitt, attempting to grab her sketch back. The flitt screeched and shot upward, as Svak's fingertips grazed the piece of paper. The fire lizard darted off to the left, flying in crazy frantic loops, as she flew into another window that was left open. Svak, knowing what was going to happen, raced toward to the door that was near the window. She tried it once to see if it would open, but no luck. Without much thought she thew herself through the window the flitt had flew through. She landed on her feet, in a crouched position, in another hallway that was located near the kitchen. Normally she would pause to grab some food or see what she could find, always looking for a good snack. But this was different, she was on a mission. She took off down the hallway, the most likely way the fire lizard would go since the other doors down the hallway were all shut. Except one, the kitchen. What a coincidence. Svak thought.

[NotSoDistantFuture]

Brithsky Colton, Wher Handler.

Yes, she pondered thoughtfully, she liked the sound of that.
It had been a couple years since Brithsky had joined with the Whers and it had been just six short years since she had met her best friend and partner in crime, Brithsk, guardian of the Weyr.

Their duty was to keep an eye (and sometimes two) on the Weyr, or at least they both felt that it was.
Her job in particular was to patrol and keep a look out for strange behavior or suspicious happenings and lately things haven't been very exciting.

Where was all the excitement?

The strangest thing that happened as of late was when she heard a clattering noise in the storage room. She went to investigate, expecting (hoping) someone to be out of their quarters but it had just been a loose shutter flapping in the wind. Other events consisted of stray cats making racket, rats invading the kitchen, and other things out and about in the cool night air. Darn to heck her ears and paranoia.
So as of late, nothing sated her appetite for thrills.
Where was the action that happened in the night? Why did nothing ever happen and why did her shifts usually consisted of running between point A and B with nothing suspicious about? How was this possible? Where were the mischief's that made patrol exciting?! She digressed.

Brith (or sometimes known as B, a nickname she also used for her Wher, Brithsk) started her patrol in the dining halls, keeping her eyes (and mostly ears) alert of any weird sounds or sights.
On most nights she usually became bored and less attentive and she'd get a hurroo'ing nudge from Brithsk telling her to wake the heck up.
Brithsk, her Wher, was also on duty but he didn't walk the halls like Brithsky did. He usually guarded the Watch Ledge and sat for hours, unmoving like a statue, senses sensing and ears listening to the sounds of the night.

Brithsky looked up at the glows and made a mental note that she'd have to inform someone that they were dimming.

Glows.

It was almost hard to imagine they were simple luminous fungal spores. It was almost downright magical (if not slightly weird) that fungi glowed.
"I wonder how they do it... " Brithsky thought aloud as she swung her arms lazily.
Thinking of glows, she mused about how people were sometimes called dead glows for being ignorant or well, dimwitted and she chuckled at the thought.

"Skee!"

Brithsky stopped swinging her arms and shook her head.
"Thanks, Brithy", she said, half thankful, half annoyed for the wake-up call.
She was doing it.
Sidetracked.
Again.
And she'd still be.
If it wasn't for Brithy, keeping tuned in to her thoughts, she'd still be at it.
If only she could pay more attention without getting distracted.

She wasn't sure why Brithsk chose to call her "Skee." He had since the beginning of time. (Well the beginning of his time, anyway). Brithsk had popped out of his shell, saw Brithsky standing off to the side, looking idly around and bounded foreword yelling "Skee!" as Brithsky was tackled to the ground, claws grazing her arm, thin lines of warm blood trickling down. She barely noticed. It was like he knew who was his new friend as soon as he managed to claw his way out. Brithsky had shoved him off yelling in surprise "Ahh! Get off you, gonk!" Then her eyes landed on the orange, brown, and grey colored mud rainbow and it registered.
"It's Brithsky." She said, correcting him while staring with arched eyebrows and wide eyes, still in surprise she had been chosen, as it was the last thing she had expected.
"Brithsky, you numbskull." She repeated more softer, half amazed, half horrified, and half shocked out of her wits.
Brithsk harroo'ed wobbling around in excitement.
"Skee! Food? Food, Skee?"
Yeah, it wasn't going to convince him.

She didn't know why he chose to call her "Skee." Maybe he didn't want to say her whole name, maybe it was too big for him to make out, or maybe he just chose not to. Either way, she let him have at calling her Skee, and she in return called him "B" or "Brithy" and he didn't seem to mind either. So in the end it was a silent mutual agreement.

Brithsky had already passed the quarters and the first two halls and she was nearly done with the final hall.
Shift is almost over, she reminded herself absentmindedly.
As she exited the dining hall, she stopped abruptly.
Did she hear something?
Brithsky paused for a second and tilted her head, slowing her breathing and listening hard.
Clang. Clatter. Spin.
There it was again!
Brith stepped forward as the sound continued.
Bang. Thud. Yell. Screech.
Wait. Screech?
Another pause.
Thud. Crack.
It was coming for the kitchen!
Rats? In the kitchen? Not again!
Without a second thought she took off for the kitchen.
"If there be rats I swear I'll..." She didn't get to finish that thought as she heard another clang.
"TO THE KITCHEN!" She yelled as she sent a mental image of the kitchen to Brithsk.