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Post by meadowlark on Sept 21, 2010 0:53:13 GMT
Changing the glows was taking longer than Mortalya had thought it would. She was wearing a light cotton shirt, and pants, both well worn for this duty. Her hair was tied up and away from her face.
It was probably just that she was especially tired from morning and afternoon spent doing chores. And the nightmares. She had no idea why they plagued her, but she was at the point where she was thinking about going to the Infirmary to see if there might be some kind of medicine that would help her sleep better.
It had been at least a week since she'd last had a RESTFUL nights sleep. She'd dream of darkness. Everywhere, darkness. And then she'd suddenly be on the Hatching Sands. No one was there, but she'd be there. She'd be there alone, and only shards from the great dragon eggs were around her. She knew then, she hadn't Impressed. So she stood there waiting. Refusing to leave because, somehow, somehow she had to Impress. She had to Impress, because she was meant to because...
A sound made her jump. Someone was coming down the halls. She realized she'd dropped half the dimglows on the ground. Muttering to herself, she knelt to pick up the glows. Thankfully, she was almost done with this chore, and there was another Candidate or Weyrling who was supposed to help her with the last part, meeting her halfway and then they would walk back together with their baskets...
Morta didn't like to think about how the darkness suddenly made her nervous. Not...scared exactly. But nervous, like there was something she didn't know about it. It was all silly anyway. She had come here, been chosen by a dragon rider to Impress. She shouldn't worry about it. The footsteps were closer and she called out a quiet "hello" as the person came into view, a small smile on her face.
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Post by RYE! on Sept 21, 2010 2:40:03 GMT
Candidate life agreed with Lucarien, he had to admit. It kept him from dwelling on his family, on his status as a candidate, and most importantly, on his brother. He was always so busy doing chores here and there and running errands for the older riders that he hardly had time for himself, and most of his free time he spent out watching the feeding grounds, watching the dragons make their kills. Hard though it may seem, compared to what he'd been doing in his father's forge life was about as easy as he could ask for. Lucarien had what he needed, and at this point in his life he was closer than ever to achieving his dreams of becoming a 'rider, so for now, the candidate was content. His own satisfaction, however, did not make the task of changing the glows anymore pleasant. He supposed he was getting the better end of the deal, because really, all he was doing was helping the other candidate carry them back; whoever he was paired with would have already changed the glows and would be waiting on him to get there... or so he'd hoped.
As he strode quietly down the hall, he raised a hand to lightly brush the cool wall, his long fingers running over the smooth surface as he walked. He didn't have a firelizard to occupy his hands, nor was he the type to hum as he walked, and so Lucarien made his way in silence, the only noise the sound of his boots as they landed on the floor of the hallway. His hair, it's length a little longer than he usually let it grow, swayed slightly as he walked, the wind of his movements ruffling his hair. The candidate was dressed in tanned 'hide pants and a loosely fitted white cloth shirt, and over his top he wore his one of his brother's old flight jackets, one of the few things he kept of S'ren's after he passed. Most of the things left in the deceased bronze rider's weyr were offered to Lucarien, in fact, but instead of accepting many of them he declined, passing the items along to his parents. There were too many memories associated with most of S'ren's belongings for Lucarien to want anything to do with them.
It wasn't long after he'd started down the dark hallway that he saw the dim light from the glows up ahead, and before he got within good visibility of the candidate he was supposed to meet he heard her quiet hello and knew instantly who it was, even if he wasn't well acquainted with her. Stepping into the light provided by the glows, he nodded his head politely, speaking her name in what was a greeting and an acknowledgement. "Mortayla," he said, replying to her hello as he bent at the waist and squatted to help her with the glows she'd dropped. After all, it was only the polite, chivalrous thing to do. Quickly, he gathered the glows back up into the basket she held and took it from her, his sharp, unforgiving eyes contrasting with his kind gesture. "Let me get those for you, you've done plenty." With what appeared to be a wry grin at the corner of his lips, he added, obviously referring to the earlier mess, "I hate that I wasn't here sooner."
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Post by meadowlark on Sept 21, 2010 4:37:07 GMT
It was Lucarien. She remembered him vaguely. Morta made a habit of quietly sitting back and memorizing all the other people around her. She hadn't known who was on glow duty with her, but as Lucarien was another Candidate...well it made sense. She smiled back at him, nodding at his politeness.
"Thank you. I'm sorry I dropped them like this," she responded with a small yawn.
"Sorry, I'm just...tired. Stress you know. This place is still very new to me," she said, moving to start walking back. "I haven't gotten used to it all yet."
Lucarien had been a Candidate before her, and she'd heard he'd had family that were dragon riders, but she hadn't picked up much else besides that. Sometimes, it was slightly frustrating, people in the Weyr knew things, everyone just knew it so they didn't talk about it. She didn't want to be rude and ask, so she just hoped to pick up on more things by listening.
"How do you like being a Candidate? And the chores," she said, lifting the basket for emphasis.
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Post by RYE! on Sept 21, 2010 13:59:55 GMT
"Thank you. I'm sorry I dropped them like this." He nodded back, his eyes meeting hers as to gauge her sincerity. It was nothing against Mortalya, really, he was just used to feeling out people's authenticity. Not everyone in the Weyr meant what they said, he'd learned. Satisfied as she yawned, completely unaware of his scrutiny, Lucarien smirked lightly, then said, "You're welcome. I'm glad I could help." She was amusing to him, though by all rights she probably didn't mean to be. Once she'd finished yawning, he turned his attention to the basket of glows he held, the ones that they'd changed. Absentmindedly he reached down, grasping one of the glows in his hand, and he fiddled with it slightly. That was one of Lucarien's faults; he had found it hard to stand idle for any length of time, even just a few seconds. Active as he was, he always like to be doing something, even if it was the tedious candidate chores he'd been assigned.
As they began walking, Lucarien shortened his stride to accommodate her pace; it was obvious she was even more tired than he was, and he felt bad for her. "Sorry, I'm just...tired. Stress, you know. This place is still very new to me." Even had she not told him and he hadn't known her, Lucarien was pretty sure he would've known that little fact. It was clear enough in the way she was unsure about where she was supposed to go, and her confidence was less than what he imagined it would be had they been in an environment she was familiar with. "I haven't gotten used to it yet." His lips curled up slightly in a smile as he replied, "You'll get used to it soon enough. Everyone does eventually." He'd meant to say it reassuringly, so he could only hope Mortalya took it the right way; after he'd said it he realized that it could've sounded stuck-up. The next few steps they took were in silence, leading Lucarien to believe that he had, in fact, offended her.
The quiet, however, didn't last long, and if Lucarien was being honest with himself, he was relieved. "How do you like being a Candidate? And the chores," she asked, and it wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting. Most people only knew of him through his brother, and before his older brother's death, that was one of the candidate's titles- "S'ren's brother." The fact that she'd asked a simple, easy question, though, made him like her just a little bit more; he didn't want to think about Reventh and S'ren anymore than he had to. "It's alright, I suppose. It's easier than working in my father's forge, that's for sure." He met her gaze then, grinning ruefully. "What about you?" His blue eyes glinting in the soft light, he continued, "I'm certain changing the glows isn't everyone's idea of a good time." Well, he hoped it wasn't. That would be slightly awkward, if that was indeed the case. "Didn't you come from Horizon Hold?" Now, she would think he was a stalker. Lovely.
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