New girl on the block (Doooom)

[Cait]

Weyrbowl | Midafternoon | 3074.06.12

Alright, so the Hatching at Ice Stone Weyr hadn't gone exactly as Rekkora had intended. Then again, perhaps it had been fortuitous as there had not been a suitable hatchling for her. Months had passed since the Hatching in which Rekki's sister had commenced her training with the other Weyrlings. Still a Candidate life hadn't changed overly much and though things had come more intense what with the Chrome and the male Silverlight. In her own opinion, it was disgusting that a Queen would pass up a perfectly wonderful Candidate like herself...for a boy!

Now news had come of a gold flight on the Southern Continent and a request for extra Candidates had been put in. Naturally she had been selected to be transferred to Rainbow Mists Weyr to stand for the upcoming clutch. A rider had come for her and in a matter of hours she'd been relocated--along with all of her baggage--to the southern weyr.

Though they were technically experiencing winter, it was delightfully mild to Rekkora's way of thinking. She'd gotten settled into her room easily enough, spending a few hours decorating it and getting it exactly how she wanted. Now, a day later, it was time to scope out the locals; most especially the males. Aside from a few candidates that had transferred with her, all of her friends were up North; she knew none here. While that might bother some, she had no doubts that she would find an adoring friend group in short order; after all, what was not to love about her? She was beautiful, exotic and smart.

[Doom]

The morning had been utterly uneventful. A good breakfast, some playing around in the water and on the beach. But otherwise, K'rill, Cyrus and Junith were in high spirits. K'rill was happily whistling a melody as he began to head back toward his Weyr, with Cy triling harmonies and Junith walking along beside; they were typically a happy trio.

The big topic on Junith's mind these days? The upcoming Gold Flight. Remind me, Mine, why we cannot participate in this most interesting of events? It seems we should be able to, given that we're a team and all that. We have filled the Queen's requirements have we not? K'rill sighed and repeated an answer he'd given before,"you cannot participate in the Gold Flight until you've passed all require flight training courses. Which we have not. We have passed...roughly half of what we need to pass. In terms of flight, my love? we have only just begun. Thus, we are not skilled enough to go."

Junis snorted and muttered,"Shard and shells! Just let me fly! I am the most pretty and graceful of the Clutch. There's no denying that. What is the need for this training? I suspect that with practice, we could do everything the Queen herself does. K'rill just titled his head and said nothing. Thee were some moments, he didn't know what to say to his Black. She had a mind of her own and certainly it ran..odd places at times.

This was one such time. K'rill recalled that K'tar had mentioned they'd need to bring in extra candidates from the Ice Stone Weyr. So..maybe that's why everything got alittle more crowded and space got alittle harder to find. He didn't mind too much. New people always intiriged him.

On his shoulder, Cyrus began to creel and chirp excitedly. Something was coming. What that something was turned out a be a very blonde girl, probably a new Candidate since K'rill did not recognize her immediately. K'rill was surprised to see her out here walking and waited until she got alittle closer to the three of them. When she had, he paused, with Cyrus giving her a curious sort of look and trilling from his right shoulder, K'rill said, by way of introduction,"Hello there! Pleasure to meet you! I am K'rill, rider of the Black Junith, and I shoulder the Cyrus, the Midnight Flitt. Are you one of the extras from Ice Stone Weyr? K'tar says that we need all the help we can get."

It is a pleasure to meet such a Candidate. I am certain you will Impress a Majestic dragon. Junith said in the girl's direction. but to her Mine, she cooed,"Mine! why must you always forget the most beautiful female in the entire Clutch?

Because, my love, that's not something everyone agrees with. It would anger others greatly if I told them the rest of your intro. Forgive me. Cyrus, though was not interested in banter with the girl. He saw, or thought she had food? Human man Food provider certainly did. So..she had to..right? He figured as much and before K'rill could do much about it; he leaped off of his shoulder, flapped his wings alittle and landed on the girl's shoulder. He VERY LOUDLY began to demand to be fed and began to nibble on her shirt.

K;rill looked aghast at this development, but said nothing. What's done was done.

[Cait]

It was the sound of a firelizard trilling that garnered Rekkora’s attention and she was startled to find not only a young man—perhaps of an age with her older sister—and his firelizard, but a young black dragon as well. Blinking, her lashes fluttering, Rekki looked the young man over quickly before donning her most charming smile as he greeted her. So his name was K’rill and his dragon was Junith and the firelizard was Cyrus. Gathering the skirts of her simple blue gown and bobbed a curtsey to both dragon and its rider though she blinked, her head snapping up when a foreign voice slipped through her mind.

Blue eyes were fixated on the Black dragon; it was a female. Oh, now that would certainly bother her sister. Rekki herself didn’t particularly care so long as she got along well enough with her rider. Regaining her composure, Rekkora bowed her head in Junith’s direction, smoothing her hands down the front of her gown and adjusting the woven belt. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Junith. And I assure you, I will being Impressing the most majestic of dragons when the Hatching comes about.”

It was obvious that she believed her words and if confidence was all it took to bag a Queen she might as well be considered future Queenrider Rekkora, but it wasn’t as simple as that—not that she’d listen to such nonsense. Turning her attention back to K’rill, Rekki flashed another smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well; you are very astute to deduce my origins. I am Rekkora Castor of Ice Stone Weyr. I only just arrived yesterday. And it was indeed K’tar who brought me, are you friend then?”

Clasping her hands in front of her she was startled when suddenly Cyrus launched himself at her, wings fluttering. With a feminine squeak, she skittered back several steps, her hands coming up even as the Midnight latched onto her shoulder and began to creel in her ear, all while his claws and teeth snagged and fussed with her gown. Oh her beautiful gown! Suddenly frantic in only the way a silly girl could be, Rekkora began to flap her hands at Cyrus, trying to shoo him away, even as she leaned away from him—though as he was attached to her shoulder it only served to make her look like a fool—making distraught squealing sounds between words. “Oh…noooo, you’re ruining my gown…stop that! … What do you want? Get him off!”

[Doom]

K'rill smiled at her astute comment and his own confidence rose, to meet hers. He, having already Impressed a Majestic Dragon, was sure of himself and it showed. He laughed at her silly little shooing of his Midnight. First order of business? stand here and watch her...okay. No, that would do. He had to bring Cyrus back to him. The second? deal with whatever Junith's commentary on her was, the dragon looked as though she wanted to speak to him...to them both, perhaps even.

K'rill took a few strides toward her and plucked Cyrus off of her, trying hard to not rip her gown anymore than it already was, where he'd chewed on it. He gave cyrus the following stern words,"Cyrus! no! Have you forgotten your training already? Shards! we shall have to visit Laria again. no stay up here and don't move." the little guy creeled angrily at being taken away from the food provider potentially too early. He seemed convinced that she had something to give him to eat and he kept his demands for food up.

K'ril petted him softly and tried to calm him while Junith snorted and responded, first to Rekkora,"Well, someone certifiably has confidence. you are alot like Mine, who is much the same way. however, in one thing you are wrong. I will become Queen one day and it e before you do. Perhaps instead you might be able to rise to a emeber of my wing? That's the best possibility for snarky brats like you anyway." Her eyes turned from blueish green to orange, which signaled that she was irritated.

What did you say to her my Love? Junither responded,"Nothing you wouldn't have said yourself Mine. She is a snarky little brat and I, for one, do not like her. This is perhaps terrible of me to say, but I do not think she will Impress as easily as she believes. it is. My love, it is.

K'rill looked at her and when he had stopped his laughing, said,"Rekkora, K'tar has mentioned before that we have need her of extra Candidates for the Gold flight. Forgive my dragon, if you can, she...has very sensitive emotions. She is easily set on edge and yes I am friend of K'tar, we are farmer..or were, anyway before we were Searched." K'rill paused and said next, remembering Cyrus's little nipping,"This little guy just was hungry. he thought you had food. Don't mind him. ..I'm sorry about your gown though. I do hope he did not damage it too terribly?"

Cyrus was still creeling angrily and Junith sent him images of silent Firelizzards and calm things..trying to calm him so her Mine and arrogant brat could at least talk in peace. He sent images of food. back to her and calmed slowly, his tail twitching.

[Cait]

When K’rill finally pried the raucous Midnight from her shoulder, Rekki quickly set about inspecting her gown for damage. It wasn’t particularly fancy or of a particularly high quality, however, one might think it were with the way the girl fussed over every snag. Her lower lip jutted out, rosy and damp from where she’d licked it as she looked up at the Blackrider, brows drawn up in a look that might have earned her a reward were she a mummer. If she weren’t so intent on being a Queenrider, she probably would have made a decent Harper, she was that dramatic.

Of course, it wasn’t K’rill who responded to her expression first, but Junith and once against Rekki felt that voice slide against her mind like sandpaper. Queen?!?! Instantly the girl’s expression transformed from sullen and adorable to haughty and incredulous. There was no possible way this creature thought she would ever be a Queen, was there? And the audacity that the Black possessed! Blue eyes flashed and narrowed slightly as Rekkora squared her shoulders leaving off the fussing over her gown to glower down her pert little nose at the dragon. The Black might be larger than she was but that didn’t intimidate her in the least.

Snarky brat, am I? Well better a snarky brat than a delusional commoner. She thought harshly, trying to project her thoughts though not entirely certain it would work. Lifting her chin a fraction higher, she pictured the image of a door slamming hoping that it would be enough to keep the uppity little Black from trying to wriggle her way into the girl’s mind again. Turning her attention pointedly to K’rill she donned an affected smile and did her best not to grind her teeth in her agitation. Really, a Queen!

Taking in a deep breath, Rekki forced the tension from her body and did her best to ignore the looming presence of the dragon in favor of K’rill’s words.

“She is young yet, she has much to learn. Of course I shall forgive her.” In that moment she looked the very picture of a magnanimous Lady despite the faint spots of pink on her cheeks, even going so far as to flash what looked to be a reassuring smile at the Black. Though if K’rill could peek into her mind he’d find a very different sentiment regarding his dragon…and his past as a Farmer though she could hardly hold that against him. Besides, he was a dragonrider now; that was what mattered.

“Do not worry about my gown, I’m sure it can be fixed; just a few threads out of place is all. If he is hungry, should we not feed him then?” She suggested with a friendly smile, taking two steps closer so that she could reach out brush her fingertips over the Midnight’s tail where it was draped over K’rill’s shoulder.

[Doom]

K'rill agreed and said,"yes. We perhaps should. Are you hungry by chance? I could certainly go fora bubbly pie, I'll even split if you wish." He added, and you my love? are you hungry?

Yes, I am Mine. But..do you have to insist we eat with this one? My usual, please K'rill love? Her eyes did not lose their orange color. Junith appeared to blatantly ignore her image and snide remarks, oh she'd heard them alright.

Cyrus, creeled for food, ever more, and his tails twitched when Rekkora touched it and stroked softly. He crooned adoringly at her.

K'rill led them all to the kitchens. Junith stayed just outside the door. I'rill walked into the kitchens and stepped aside, letting the girl be mobbed by the drudges first. He wasn't sure what she wanted. While she was mobbed, he snagged four bubbly pies from a tray of seven which was sitting on the table.

The weyr had plenty of food. he grabbed a small plate of meat for Cyrus, and a herdbeast leg was brought to Junith, who took it in her mouth and would not let it go. K'rill handed the cooked meat to her and said,"would you like to feed Cy?" Cyrus glanced at his Mine curiously, but happily flew back over to Rekkora's shoulder and creeled once more for her to feed him.

[Cait]

Rekkora’s smile broadened even as she continued to ignore the black dragon, chuckling softly as Cyrus crooned at her. Alright, well firelizards were adorable…so long as they weren’t hers. Oblivious to Junith’s protests, not that they would’ve have deterred her, Rekki nodded eagerly. “I’ve never been able to resist a good bubbly pie!”

With a little laugh, she followed along beside K’rill, reaching out and looping her arm with the blackrider’s and casting a smug glance at Junith behind the older boy’s back as they entered the kitchen, a place the dragon was too large to follow. Now it probably wasn’t the best idea to goad a dragon, but Rekki wasn’t generally one to let an insult slide.

Releasing K’rill’s arm, Rekki watched as the young man bustled about the kitchen, snagging several small bubbly pies along with a hank of herdbeast and some other meat. When he came towards her and held out the cooked meat after giving Junith her herdbeast, Rekki stared dubiously at the greasy meat then jumped slightly when Cyrus landed on her shoulder. Turning her head, she tried to keep a smile on her face. If feeding a silly flitt would win her a friend in the new Weyr then she’d do it.

Tentatively taking the meat, she held it up to the Midnight. “He’s not going to eat my fingers, is he?”

[Doom]

Junith just glared at the girl. Looping her arms in her Mine's, who, really did this one think she was? Junith was not pleased. She took her heardbeast haunch off to an area near them. She began to mucnh on it and clearly was enjoying herself, though she made one of two huffy glances at Rekkora. She was clearly not at all happy that this one was actively seeking to become her Mine's friend.

K'ril beamed at her and said,"no,no not at all. he's been trained by me and on the best flitt trainers this Weyr has seen in along while. He won't bite you I promise." K'rill watched Cy carefully as he looked up at the meat she held.

Cyrus, as per his training, waited...and waited... for the meat to be lowered until it was just in front of his nose. Then, he took it in his forpaws and her ate it. He creeled adoringly at her and then demanded more food. After about three or four peices, he made what was close to a belch and indicated that her was done, by walking up to Rkki's ear and cooing softly in it. He then flew back to his Mine's shoulder and was softly stroked.

[Cait]

Still looking slightly skeptical, though it was a bit of a show—not that anyone would know that—Rekki moved her fingers and the meat closer to Cyrus’ mouth until he finally took it in his forepaws and ate it with far less mess than she’d expected. Smiling in earnest at the adorable sight of the Midnight gnawing on the cooked me, she took another piece of meat as he demanded more.

“Well aren’t you just a demanding little man.” Feeding him a few more pieces then wrinkled her nose when he belched. “Well excuse you, Cyrus.”

Yeah, firelizards were adorable but she doubted she’d ever get one—at least not intentionally—she’d just borrow others’ from time to time. Giggling as Cyrus cooed in her ear before returning to K’rill. “How old is he?”

[Doom]

K'till answered her with,"he's is but a few months old..or it is turns old? No,no it's maybe a turn and a month or two..." In truth, he hadn't really been counting. For a farmer, these things were not so important. He merely had followed the sun and it's cycles, the moon and it's cycles. Farm work had been very boring to K'rill. Thus, he paid it never much mind. He sort of just shrugged.

Cyrus creeled happily on his Mine's shoulder watching Rekki closely. His tail twitched, as did much of his whole body. he stretched his wings out ever so slightly and folded them back in. Cy began to do his trained wing exercises.

[Cait]

Rekkora gave K'rill a strange look when he couldn't give her an actual answer as the age of his firelizard then decided it probably didn't matter much. If he was still training it, Cyrus was probably still fairly young. Her brother's firelizard had taken almost two turns to be trained, perhaps longer and she was of the opinion that you could never really fully train a firelizard; they weren't nearly smart enough. They were, however, very cute.

Watching the little Midnight, she tilted her head slightly and smiled. Yes, Cyrus was much more adorable while latched onto K'rill's shoulder. "Well, he must still be young, he's still so adorable. Don't living things tend to get less adorable as they get older?" She looked up at K'rill from under her lashes and blinked twice, a smile curling her lips. Can the man take a hint?

[Doom]

K'rill smiled and noticed that she gave him an odd look when he couldn't recall his firelizard's age. He managed,"yes..he's..still young. he indefinably needs more training. But, I'll be there for him alwyas. Yes, living things do tend to far less adorable as they age. They...are most beautiful when they are young, as you are. You, Rekki are very pretty. I'd...I'd like to spend some more time with you perhaps, when i'm not in class or reading lessons. Of course, once you Impress...maybe we could do it together?" he smiled and blushed a little. She...she liked him, that much was clear. K'rill wasn't really sure what to say or how to act around her. He wanted to be snobby and say that she somehow wasn't good enough for him. But the truth was perhaps that, she could just out snob him. He liked that about her though.

Junith, seeing her Mine and this one Rekki draw ever closer, caught what she was trying to do. She huffed, removed herself from her meat and spoke directly to Rekki,"Yes, spoiled brat, living things do look far less beautiful when they are old and decaying and at the end of their life. However, dragons always remain beautiful. Always. Perhaps this is something Yours will teach you? Along with some manners and some respect. You pay lip service long enough? And Yours is likely to feel unappreciated.," She paused, took a bit more of her meat and continued,"That is, of course, if you can eve Impress. Oh, you seem so sure of yourself and sure that you will. But be careful, snobby one, for you may just get what you least wish for. In fact, yes, a Starlight would certainly be Impressed by you. I do believe that is what you will Impress." Junith gave Hers an innocent"what did I do?' look and resumed eating her meat.

[Cait]

Rekkora blushed prettily at K’rill’s words; there were exactly what she’d been fishing for. She’d gotten good at blushing on cue, of course, and would probably never grow tired of being called beautiful by good looking men. As he continued to talk she flashed him a dazzling smile; that had been easier than she thought it would’ve been. “That would be nice. Perhaps I could read lessons with you; that way when I Impress I shall have a head start on the others.”

When K’rill blushed, Rekkora’s smile became far more genuine though it was hardly noticeable. The young man was older than her and a dragonrider—even if only a Weyrling—and she’d made him blush. It stroked her ego just right though the warm buzz lasted hardly longer than a heartbeat as that haughty, grating voice invaded her thoughts. The smile froze on her face an her eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

As the Black continued her little tirade, Rekki’s eyes became chips of blue ice and her smile faded. For a fraction of a second she looked like she was about to explode into a shrill shout before her expression gentled and she smiled with sickening sweetness at the dragon. “How kind of you to show concern, dear. When I Impress I’ll be sure to tell my weyrmate of your kindness.”

Junith’s words clearly had no impact on Rekki’s confidence, nor her determination to become a memorable Queenrider. It wasn’t just her vanity that craved the recognition; it was also the often hidden part of her that craved to make a difference that wanted the power and influence being the weyrmate of a Queen afforded. She wasn’t as bad as Junith painted her; almost but not quite.

Turning her attention back to K’rill, she glanced towards the bubbly pies and then back up at him. “I don’t know about you, but those pies are looking awfully good and they smell even better.”