Obla di, obla da | 75.09.09 | Midafternoon

[Jay Kitten]

A yawn, silent of course, signaled a stretch and then curling of delicate fingers as the boy brought his arm up and behind his head, his other hand outstretched as he watched his new friend roam about his arm. It was a large millipede, something many people would normally avoid entirely, but he found the things fascinating. He giggled - again, silently - as it's dozens of little legs tickled at his underarm when it curled below and then back up, worming it's way about his hand and fingers. It liked him, he could tell, all bugs liked him in one way or another. He placed his hand at his side, and the thing moved into the grass, and away. His eyes trained skyward.

It was a nice, bright, shiny day and here he was lazing about on the fields in front of the Weyr proper, the flat grassland ideal for some relaxation and sun time. He had rolled back his normally long sleeves, exposing his pale skin to Rukbat's face. The sensation wasn't at all unpleasant, and he yawned again. K'nan was back, off doing some bronzerider business he was sure, but at least he wasn't disappearing on him again. It wasn't like he had the time to go chasing a Rider halfway across Pern. Nor did he have the ability to do so, as he wasn't a Rider, or even a Candidate, himself; though K'nan did keep telling him he should go for it and to find out from one of the Searchriders. He didn't much care, dragons smelled funny and were really quite rude. He was much more at home with insects, they at least paid attention before they went somewhere. They were just unfortunate victims of circumstance, as they didn't know people thought they were gross or strange. But he didn't, he rather liked them.

Lylore rolled onto his side and stared along the Weyr ledges. He couldn't see that sharding bronze of K'nan's about, they were likely out on an envoy again or possibly running for supplies or maybe to get him his apology gift. He still owed him for disappearing like that, and not telling him when he had gotten home. Bastard needed some manners. Was he the only one in this Weyr with manners?

[odineclipse]

Lihios sighed as she placed her hands on her hips. He wasn't here either. In fact, Lihios didn't even actually know the person she was looking for. Just that this was supposedly his weyr and he wasn't here. With an inward groan the candidate roughly tugged one hand through her curling white-blonde locks. This was getting stressful! She didn't usually have to run around so much and interact with so many people on her first day! Then again, Lihios had accepted the task. Looking at the neatly crisp white envalope in her hand, she read slowly aloud the name printed in fine letters."Lylore...."

At first, She had assumed the name belonged to a woman, just because of how it sounded when it rolled off her tongue. But after being laughed at a few times (which had put the girl in a foul temper for a moment) she found the person she was searching for was, in fact, of the male species. She needed to hurry up and find this kid! Tucking the letter into the loose, dark blue sash around her waist, Lihios turned on her heel, and in the same motion, tied her shoulder length hair back with a leather cord. Right! Time to make haste! Her blue eyes glinted as she watched the people in the hallway before taking off at a mad sprint.

Turning the corner roughly she almost knocked someone off their feet, but that was fine Calling out a hurried "Sorry!" Behind her she continued to run, rounding the corners with a break-neck pace as she traversed through the Weyr Quarters, Stopping every now and again to ask where she might find the boy. She got several different answers to that question.

"Well...Try the lower caverns first?"

Lihios's brow twitched slightly as she once again, began to walk down the hallways. This time, going at a light jog. She would tire herself out if she wasn't careful. So far, this was turning out to be one large goose chase.

[Jay Kitten]

It was about the time he had glanced toward one of the many paths spreading around the Bowl that he noticed a particularly distressed-looking female running about with her hair practically on fire. She seemed to be searching for somebody, and occasionally stopped to ask around. Well, it would seem that the person she was looking for, nobody knew. Which could only really mean one thing. But that didn't make sense to him, what could she be looking for him for? Sure enough, though, every person she stopped to question shrugged and looked quizzical before she moved along, and with each new person she seemed more and more frustrated.

So he got up. Might as well find out. He couldn't just ask her, but he was sure she would likely ask him where this person was, seeing as she didn't know him or that he couldn't speak. But she'd find out soon enough. He moved along the grass and toward the entrance to the Lower Caverns nearest him, which was where she seemed to be heading. Best put himself in her path, then she might come to ask him personally and he could deny her an answer by none other than way of genetics. It was almost fun to him, to deliberately make somebody speak with him simply so he could stare at them blankly.

So, when he reached the path, he took a seat, and made a face like he was whistling innocently, though nothing came from his lips. Sure, whistling wasn't done with vocal chords, but if he made no noise otherwise, why stop now? Besides, he couldn't recall ever learning how to whistle. His hands in his pockets, he leaned back against a bench, looking up toward the sky.

[odineclipse]

Lihios rounded the corner much to fast for her own good as she slid to avoid running into another cadidate who was hefting a bag of firestone right in her path. Unfortunately, this caused the girl to skid, slip, tip and then land head first against Lylore, and tumble a bit more till she was promptly laying with her back against his chest. During this fiasco, the letter loosed its way from her sash and floated harmlessly down to land atop the boys head. "Owww...." Because he had made no sound and her eyes were closed, at the given moment she hadn't realized she'd literally knocked into someone. Her hand moved to her head as she rubbed it slightly.

"That hurt....so much....Sharding boots...." She muttered, her voice was quiet and low as if she didn't use it often. As she moved to push herself up, her hand landed on something very firm, and warm. It was then she realized she had landed on a person. Her face turned several shades of read as a few wolf whistles sounded and hooting calls as her head slowly tilted back with eyes as wide as saucers. She really -really- needed to stop running into people.

Lihios wasn't usually this clumsy, so the fact that her ears turned an even darker red when she realized the person she was sitting on was a boy, made the teasing laughter all the worse. By this time the letter had drifted off his head to land somewhere behind him on the ground. Lihios continued to look at him with wide eyes as she released a muffled, unlady like squeek.

[Jay Kitten]

Lylore had been trying to be as nonchalant as possible when suddenly the Candidate came barreling towards him, only to slip right up and crash directly into him. With a quiet "oof" he fell backward, rolling with the girl until they both lay sprawled on the floor, with her on top of him. Not the first time something like this had happened, but immediately the gears in his brain began to grind because a person was touching him. Not even K'nan got to do that, really! What was even more annoying, is that he now found a paper right on his face, which he brushed off with a grimace.

By now she had realized what she had done, and blushing, she stared down at him, almost dumbfounded. He wasted no time in squirming free, and, standing, he brushed off his black tunic with a shake of his head. Reaching down, he picked up the letter, and was about to hand it back to her, when he noticed his name written in fine manuscript across the front. A letter? For him? Who was she and why did she have it? Better yet, who was it even from?

Nevermind that, for now how was he going to explain to this girl that he wasn't quite in to women, and how that meant she need not be embarrassed in the slightest. In fact, the whole situation was simply detestable to him, and he had it written on his face with deep, ingrained disgust. But now his eyes trailed to the letter, which had a minuscule ant crawling on it's front, a reminder of it's time spent on the ground.

If it was for him, then he probably should open it... Right?

[odineclipse]

Lihios shook herself with a slight shudder as she stood up and began dusting herself off. As she stood up, she cringed at his look before her face became utterly impassive. Then she noticed the letter in his hands. "Are you Lylore?" she asked hesitantly. Her voice a firm and cool tone at this point. "If it isn't for you, Please return it." She stated simply as she dusted the mud off her blue sash and boots, tugging on the tail she had her hair in to make sure it stayed tight.

Lihios's face had returned to the normal, milky white it always seemed to be as she crossed her arms slightly, not in the least offended by the look he had given her. Well, not fully anyway. She was more angry at herself for making such a big fool of herself by stumbling and landing on top of the other. Not that she'd meant to anyway. Glancing up at the sky Lihios sighed as she rubbed her eyelids slightly. "Sorry about tumbling into you, I was just in a hurry."

Not that she actually believed that the apology would be accepted. "I was asked to deliver that letter to someone." Was all she offered as she lightly bounced from heel to heel. "So if you know'em, Point me in the right direction." She wasn't rude sounding, nor did her words carry the weight of rudeness, just frankness.

[Jay Kitten]

The boy looked at her, then looked at the letter, and then back at her. She didn't even know him and she was sent to give him something? Who would give her this letter? He supposed hardly anybody knew him, and so they had likely just given it to the first Candidate they came across with orders to find and deliver. He, of course, couldn't answer with more than a nod at her question, and when she asked for him to point, he pointed at himself.

At this point, he hadn't said a word, but she didn't seem to care much about that. She was more careful, he could tell, she didn't want to offend maybe? Her words were chosen, not released like dragonfire to cover the whole of his ears. More like an arrow. He liked that.

He couldn't respond to her apology for running into him, nor did he even want to think about being so close to a girl again, but he did accept it, just knew that there would be no way to get that across unless she specifically asked "Do you accept my apology? Nod or shake." If he had a pen, maybe this letter had a clean side to it, but it really didn't matter to him if she left without any words at all.

If only, if only, he thought. Lylore wasn't about to let this letter get away from him, not now that it had found it's way into his possession, and so he decided it best to open it right here and now. He slipped a finger under one of the folds, sliding it along until he broke the wax seal on one edge, and he opened the envelope, looking inside.

And he saw... A piece of parchment. A letter. He pulled it out, and read it:

"Lylore, Meet our newest Candidate Lihios. I would deeply appreciate it if you showed her around the Weyr, in return, Lihios has hand picked a gift for you to thank you for your time" -Signed, Moraiya of Blood Zojiroth, Candidate Master"

He blinked. A gift? A Candidate? Who was Moraiya?

On a ledge very much near them, sat a very serious-looking red-on-red dragon. He looked toward his Rider, sending her a telepathic message:

Moraiyalove, the eagle has landed. Somewhere deep within the Weyr, a wicked laugh rang out, from a wicked woman. This was her way of punishing those who were here without signing under her roster as non-Candidates, though he would of course get something out of it, she just required that those youth whom had no supervision be known to her. And she had done her devious spying well.

But Lylore now sat dumbfounded. Show her around the Weyr? They Weyr was ALL around them! He sighed - silently. This wasn't going to be easy for a mute, and he nearly shredded that paper and left it be. But instead, with green cheeks and a sickened look on his face, he handed it to Lihios and frowned.