What do you do with a little sister? (Cait&Jay)

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

3075.08.12 | Lower Caverns | Midafternoon

“Star, Boot, Shadow, Wamarna, find!”

T’kar focused hard on an image of his sister’s face. Granted, he didn’t know for sure that she was lost, only that she hadn’t been in the dining hall where she would normally have been. He also didn’t know for sure that the moons had risen in the east last night, and what were the odds of that being incorrect? Given the way Lindalyn had been found, and the fact that the people he suspected had been directly responsible for that had then managed to capture a Weyrling, he much preferred knowing where his sister was at all times.

Three firelizards obediently swooped off. Wamarna instead swooped down and clung to T’kar’s shoulder, having apparently decided that if she left her newly acquired perch he would come to some harm.

“Wamarna. Find.” T’kar’s voice was completely calm, regardless of the slight tightening around his eyes.

Wamarna turned and chittered at him. She seemed to be aiming for a scolding tone, and was puzzled when T’kar’s only reaction was to roll his eyes and start disengaging her claws from the padded shoulder of his shirt.

“Find,” he repeated, carefully enunciating the word.

Wamarna cocked her head first one way, then the other, and finally flew off. It didn’t take her long to find Alyga, though she got there after the other three. She promptly started to return to T’kar, but Star stopped her by pushing her into Alyga’s arms. There was some quick chittering and hissing, mostly on Star’s part, and then Boot departed to bring T’kar.

T’kar grabbed several meat pies, numerous pieces of fruit, and waved for Boot to lead him, following him up the corridor at a fast jog.

“Alyga, there you are,” he called, relief flashing across his face. He slowed down as he reached her. “I brought you some food.”

[Cait]

Alyga had arrived at the weyr shortly after her graduation and though it had been at least a sevenday that was clearly not enough time for her to be made aware of just how similar the various turns in the lower caverns looked to her in the dim light provided by the glow baskets. She'd been trying to run an errand for one of the rotating headwomen and had been on her way back to the dining hall when she'd gone astray. Once she realized that she was lost she turned to retrace her steps but for once she hadn't been counting her turns or steps.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been lost when she finally decided to simply stop and wait for someone to come along. It wasn't the first time it had happened but usually someone came along much more quickly and readily led her back onto the right path. She was sure that she was a nusaince to those around her, that they only put up with her because she was the weyrleader's little sister. Aside from her Harper training she wasn't particularly good at much else aside from perhaps helping tend to children but even then it was only very small children she could care for; the ones that couldn't run away and hide. She began to hum to pass the time, then started to sing softly, her voice echoing through the corridors though she was beginning to wonder just how long she would have to wait when something suddenly appeared before her eyes.

With a startled yelp, she staggered back even as she registered that it was a firelizard and more accurately that it was Star, her brother's Crimson. Star was joined by Boot and Shadow and the new one...the little Dream that Star promptly shoved into her arms while Boot disappeared once more. They were all colored blurs to her as they moved too quickly for her to focus on. Surely it wouldn't be long now, but she dreaded the encounter with T'kar as much as she loved her brother. She never wanted to see so useless, honest.

Before long the sound of booted feet jogging down the corridor became apparent and she knew it would be T'kar. Stroking little Wamarna, she squinted her eyes as a tall figure slowed to come to stand in front of her. She knew her face was red with embarrassment but she was just as relieved to have been found as T'kar seemed to find her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get lost. I forgot to count my turns...or I got them mixed up I think."

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’kar reached down and hugged his little sister. He really had missed her, these past few Turns that she’d been away, though to be fair, probably not nearly so much as she had missed him.

“Would you like to head back the dining hall or…” T’kar’s voice trailed off as Ancalanath interrupted.

T’kar, don’t you need to find V’ridian, remember?

Oh yeah. Shards.

T’kr was silent for a moment, then he grinned. Why not? Alyga was a Journeywoman Harper, surely she should meet the WeyrHarper eventually, why not now?

“Actually, there is someone you should meet. It just so happens I need to ask him something as well. Come on.”

Catching Alyga’s arm, T’kar led her further into the Caverns. “He should be just finishing with teaching right about now. At least until the afternoon class.”

Sure enough, when they neared the room where V’ridian taught in the morning and early afternoon, the WeyrHarper was just leaving.

“Hey V’ridian!” T’kar hailed the WeyrHarper. “Just the person I wanted to see. Oh, this is my sister Alyga,” he continued, motioning V’ridian closer. “Alyga, this is V’ridian, the WeyrHarper.”

“Come closer, she’s got bad eyes,” he mouthed at V’ridian.

[Jay Kitten]

V'ridian was indeed just leaving, and he nodded to T'kar as he passed, before wheeling around as his name was spoken instead. His Tiger-striped orange shoulder knot wiggled slightly in it's place with the motion, and he lifted an eyebrow. What could he possibly want at this time of day?

"Well met, Alyga," he said formally, extending his hand, until he noticed the lipped words of the girl's brother, instead acting as though he was simply tuning the mandolin he was holding. His orange coat seemed a bit formal for teaching children, but he always tried to look his best, and if her eyes weren't so good then she could clearly see his bright colors. The Tigerrider regarded her for a moment, then back to T'kar.

"Might I ask why you wanted to see me?" he questioned, and then flashed a grin. It was always important, if it was T'kar. Not once, could he remember, the man ever bothering him without a good reason to. Then again nobody really bothered him if it wasn't for Weyrharper business. Sometimes, that fact bothered him, but not really today.

"I was simply returning to my quarters for Cirryyth's daily oiling," he mentioned, gesturing a hand widely to the corridor he had chosen to use for said task. "If I don't get his stripes, he gets grumpy. The dark color tends to attract the sun, he says. And he sure has a lot of stripes." His tone did seem to suggest that he should get to his business tending his dragon at some point, though he was gracious enough to at least hear the two out. It wasn't as though Cirryyth couldn't wait a few extra minutes, after all he was good at entertaining himself.

[Cait]

All Alyga could see was a blurry man shaped orange blob. His voice was pleassant and. He was quite polite. Shifting Wamarna in her arms, she thought it looked as though he'd extended or lifted an arm so she did the same only to blush when no handshake was withcoming. She did her best to read cues from people's movement\s but they were far to easy to misconstru and some moved to rapidly for her to track. Lowering her gaze, she fussed over Wamarna even as she greeted him. "And you Weyrharper."

It was clear she was the timid sort and certainly self conscious of her disability though anyone who had been at the last gather would attest to her talent. It seemed that the world often had a way of balancing things out in certain people. Of course other people were blessed with talent and more but she rare comprehended the "more" bit and so often based her judgments of people on talent and actions. It was probably better that way.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’kar heaved a mental sigh, mostly of relief. As far as introductions involving Alyga went, this was actually going pretty well. Of course, that was, even he had to admit, a special set of circumstances. His own face reddened slightly, sympathy embarrassment for Alyga’s delayed, naturally too delayed, attempt at a handshake. However, at least V’ridiaan seemed perfectly willing to interact, rather than drawing back.

“This won’t take long,” T’kar said, grinning at V’ridiaan’s description of Cirryyth. After all, he knew another dragon that certainly enjoyed catching the sun on a nice, fresh oiling job.

Naturally, a King should look his best at all times.

“I really just wanted to know if you had any updates from looking through the Archives, regarding Lindalyn.” He normally would have said more, but, well, he didn’t want to scare his sister.