Post by Cait on Aug 12, 2013 16:06:28 GMT -8
Shortly after the hatching
Andrilla was pacing as she had a tendency to do just prior to an explosion of temper. Oranlith was nearby, watching, her mottled hide oiled and her belly filled with a combination of fish and vegetation much to the surprise of her new rider. The little mottled brown had turned her nose up at the buckets of bloody meat and had even sent one flying with a swipe of a claw when the matter had been pressed. At the moment she was struggling to keep from an outburst; they never ended well for herself or A'kai. He'd Impressed and after the initial panic of losing him she'd determined that she would stay at the weyr, she'd find a way to Impress because, well, it was simply how their relationship functioned; codependency and competition.
Now as she paced she looked at the bundle on her bed, she'd been told to gather her things and as she looked at the bundles and trunks atop a few of the other beds, she felt exposed. Her's was easily a fraction the size of the smallest. Few articles of clothing, her knives, lock picks, knotted rope, dried meat and the silvered case. No fancy clothes to wear to a feast, no trinkets or keepsakes aside from a worn and tattered letter chronicaling the last days her mother lived in a clinical, detached voice. She was supposed to be getting ready for the feast and all she'd managed to do was strip down and redon her underthings and a well worn dress that once might have been a rich brown but was now faded. The other girls had changed into their gather best and she remained, pacing before Oranlith growing more and more agitated until finally she let out a frustrated shout and spun, a knife slipped from her belt and hurled underhand thunking into the half open door and causing it to swing open and rebound off the corridor wall.
Andrilla was pacing as she had a tendency to do just prior to an explosion of temper. Oranlith was nearby, watching, her mottled hide oiled and her belly filled with a combination of fish and vegetation much to the surprise of her new rider. The little mottled brown had turned her nose up at the buckets of bloody meat and had even sent one flying with a swipe of a claw when the matter had been pressed. At the moment she was struggling to keep from an outburst; they never ended well for herself or A'kai. He'd Impressed and after the initial panic of losing him she'd determined that she would stay at the weyr, she'd find a way to Impress because, well, it was simply how their relationship functioned; codependency and competition.
Now as she paced she looked at the bundle on her bed, she'd been told to gather her things and as she looked at the bundles and trunks atop a few of the other beds, she felt exposed. Her's was easily a fraction the size of the smallest. Few articles of clothing, her knives, lock picks, knotted rope, dried meat and the silvered case. No fancy clothes to wear to a feast, no trinkets or keepsakes aside from a worn and tattered letter chronicaling the last days her mother lived in a clinical, detached voice. She was supposed to be getting ready for the feast and all she'd managed to do was strip down and redon her underthings and a well worn dress that once might have been a rich brown but was now faded. The other girls had changed into their gather best and she remained, pacing before Oranlith growing more and more agitated until finally she let out a frustrated shout and spun, a knife slipped from her belt and hurled underhand thunking into the half open door and causing it to swing open and rebound off the corridor wall.