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Post by Spiffy on Sept 13, 2010 20:42:11 GMT
N'solm was unaware of the girls thought processes as she continued to sob, harder now, but he was certainly aware of his own.
Ah, shells, what now? Should I hug her, or would that be getting too close? I don't want to scare her away now...
"But I do want to go."
He hardly caught her mumble, only catching the last half from 'do' onwards. So she did want to go to the Weyr Well great! All he had to do now was persuade the Lord Holder to let her go and she could have what she wanted, simple! Or he could go back to the Weyr and come back later with V'lor or J'thir or someone with a little more influence than he...
Of course, he didn't know what she was thinking.
"Well that's great! I'll speak to the Lord Holder when he rises and you can come back with me. In the meantime you could maybe help me scout out another possible candidate or two, hmm?" he said, trying to distract her from her tears. He really didn't want to have to deal with a teary girl for longer than was absolutely necessary...
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klinneah
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Post by klinneah on Sept 20, 2010 18:45:35 GMT
As her sobs shuddered and died away, Viril finally felt brave enough to look beyond her fingers. Her eyes felt swollen, and her body still shook, but she wasn't acting like a child anymore.
"Well that's great! I'll speak to the Lord Holder when he rises and you can come back with me. In the meantime you could maybe help me scout out another possible candidate or two, hmm?"
Well, he was still talking to her, so she hadn't scared him away with her blubbering.
"I'll help," she sniffed. "I need to go inside anyway." She looked at the sky, where Rukbat now touched the tops of the hills in the distance. They'd been talking out here for a while.
Viril pushed her hair back over her shoulders and took a deep breath to steady herself and to chase away the last of the sobs. "The Lord Holder may be awake by now. I think it's time to come inside."
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Post by Spiffy on Sept 21, 2010 18:35:27 GMT
Oh, thank Faranth she'd stopped bawling at last. N'solm didn't know what he'd do if she didn't cheer up eventually. He never could work out why girls would burst into tears like that spontaneously, a mystery. Something was probably wrong, but he had not the inclination nor the tact to ask what, so he kept silent on it.
"I'll help, I need to go inside anyway."
He followed her gaze up to the sky, blinking in the light of Rukbat, which had become a lot brighter than the last time he'd looked. He must have been there a good ten or twenty minutes then, for it to have got that high; it'd been dark when he left off. He looked back at her at the sound of her exhaling deeply.
"The Lord Holder may be awake by now. I think it's time to come inside."
"Ah, good point. We can always hope that he'll at least be up by the time we get there, hmm? Anyway, you can go inside and... do what you need to do, and then maybe you cold show me where to find him? I seem to remember that on the last Search he came out to meet us, so I have no idea where he'd be."
He smiled openly, giving his silent dragon a pat on the shoulder. Go on old boy, you can go sunbathe on the fire-heights now Rukbat's up, he said to the dragon. With a snort and a ruffle of his wings, the blue took a few steps away from them before leaping majestically into the air. Jierth was certainly a dragon of few words, even to his rider. Keeping his eyes on Viril he swung out an arm toward the great doors to the Hold proper, indicating for the girl to lead the way.
(We can continue this if you like, but I don't particularly want to have to do the Lord Holder bit ;D We can play it up until that, though?)
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Post by klinneah on Sept 28, 2010 20:32:18 GMT
((Fine by me.))
"I'll do that." When he opened the door Viril swept past him into the hall, not looking at him.
The Hold was abuzz with the news of a dragonrider come to Search. Viril had to wave off the probing questions of several servants in the kitchens before she burst into the great room. Thank the First Egg; it was empty!
She dashed cold water on her face, slipped her hair into a tie, pulled off her tunic and replaced it with her day-work one, and kicked her thin blanket into the corner in one smooth motion. Wiping the water from her face, she shook the last stragglers awake and walked back out toward the dining hall. N'solm, she presumed, had followed.
((Bleh.))
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Post by Spiffy on Oct 1, 2010 15:40:03 GMT
She led the way, but silently. N'solm wondered what he'd done; she seemed angry at something, and if not angry then annoyed.
He entered to first the sound of whispers, shouts and general conversation, but couldn't help but notice that many of the whispers dies away gradually as the attention of more and more people were drawn to the pair as they entered. Eyes went to the knots on his shoulder pads. Ah, so news that there was a bluerider at the Hold must have spread then. And no doubt they all thought that the presence of a bluerider meant a search - oh great. He followed Viril through the throng as several approached with questions at the ready. He did his best to nod, wave, decline and keep moving, keep following Viril, but before he knew it she'd disappeared.
He was snagged then by a kitchens worker, who evidently spent as much time eating her wares as cooking them, as he paused in confusion. He did his best to fend her off until Viril reappeared, assuring her that yes, he'd get his dragon to look at her children, but not at the exclusion of the others in the hold. He'd give them all a fair chance.
He spotted Viril a few strides down the corridor to... well he presumed it led to somewhere important, as there were many people using it. Cursing as her head disappeared again he firmly excused himself from the kitchen worker, ducking through the crowd to where he'd seen her last, spying her again and correcting his course.
"You could have told me that you'd come back from wherever it was that you went. There's a lot of people in here with dark hair you know," he said, exasperation slipping into his voice. It wasn't entirely directed at her, most of it was left over from his conversation with the kitchen worker.
"So where does this lead then?" he asked, meaning the corridor ahead but failing to indicate this as he dodged another drudge carrying something large and porridge-y smelling. His stomach growled in response.
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Post by klinneah on Oct 1, 2010 16:33:53 GMT
"You could have told me that you'd come back from wherever it was that you went. There's a lot of people in here with dark hair you know." She ignored that.
"So where does this lead then?"
"The dining hall. Lord Ursald will be eating now. Or soon." She put her ear to the door, then tugged it open. Only a few servants were coming in and out, and the Lord Holder was conversing at the other end of the room with a few of his servants. He wasn't occupying his usually throne-like chair at the end of the table, though, which Viril thought might indicate he was in a particularly accommodating mood this morning. She smiled, less pleasantly than evilly.
"He's all yours," she said, then turned back down the hall and stalked toward the kitchens. To forestall any complaining, she tossed over her shoulder, "I have to help with breakfast!"
((Hooray for more random NPCs!))
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