*lost in THOUGHT (TAG: DS)

[RYE!]

HERE

The wind that blew past his face was frigid, but not as chilly as it had been in past weeks. With the breeze he grabbed the sides of his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets, settling for the little warmth the cloth of his flight jacket provided. The last few weeks had been eventful, to say the least, and every moment he got like this he enjoyed, even if it meant standing on the edge of the feeding grounds exposed in the elements. Winter wouldn't last much longer, he mused, and then spring would come and hopefully by then he'd have a hatchling to occupy his time. No, not hopefully... He would have a dragon, Lucarien told himself, and with it, he'd finally be in. The candidate cared a little too much about stature, and for him, to be part of that elite would be one of the best things he could ever achieve... especially if he one day rose to Weyrleader, like he hoped. It wouldn't come without work, he knew, but Lucarien was no stranger to hard work, and a little labor never hurt anyone.

As he stood there and mused over his future, a brown dragon plunged through the air and grasped a herdbeast, then picked him up through the air and let him drop back to the earth, killing the bull instantly. It was a gruesome scene, yes, but a violently beautiful one at the same time. Ever since his brother Impressed when Lucarien was 10, the candidate had held a fascination for the mighty beasts that never quite disappeared, a love affair that never ended. Over the years his interest came and went, but once he was Searched, it stuck. The affirmation that came when the blue picked him only served to cement his belief that he could be a dragonrider one day, and thus you had his firm attitude towards the whole hatching ordeal. Within a few minutes of watching the beast, though, a sound caught his his attention and he listened as someone made their way down the slope behind him. He didn't turn to look; at the moment, he didn't really think it mattered who was coming. After all, he was only watching; there were no more chores to be done so it was the candidate master looking for him, and he had no other pressing obligations he might've been missing. So, with that in mind, he waited for them to either speak or walk right past. The footsteps were getting closer by the second.

ooc: ick, starter post. they'll get longer, promise. <3

[Dragon Song]

Eurgh, messenger duty. Why was she being sent out here to go and give messages to people down in the beast craft pens? Relaying messages was the job of those sharding little tailforks that were firelizards. Did she look like a firelizard to anyone? Err hello? No! She was faaar to beautiful, noble and dignified to be something as worthless as that. A drudge could take messages perhaps too, but Kiara was no drudge. She was most certainly not a drudge in the slightest! The other candidates might be little more than a drudge but her... no, she was different. She was special. She was going to be their Weyrwoman. And who ordered about their Weyrwoman? No one, that's who! The Weyrwoman was the one that ordered them about! This was atrocious behaviour of a superior.

However, for now she was being forced to play along. She wasn't Weyrwoman yet. Emphasis on yet, but she would be. She most certainly would be. How could she not? Sauntering slightly, though with no where near as much show and seductive swing as she normally would have walked with (There was no one about after all) Kiara picked her way across the ground. Filthy, and these were a nice pair of boots. Maybe not her best, but they were a good pair! And the wind was nippy. She shuddered lightly in the low cut, slightly revealing top she was wearing. This was above and beyond the call of duty, she shouldn't be out here! It was cruelty to nobility! That just didn't happen. It was meant to be the other way around. This was one sharding messed up Weyr. Well, it wouldn't remain like that for much longer.

However, the sight of a figure piqued her interest. Someone of importance maybe? Instantly her movement changed, going in a flash from outright disgust at everything around her to flirty and flattering. Someone of rank to charm? Excellent. And if not she was sure that they could finish her task for her. Guys often did, ad from what she could tell this figure was male.

As she got closer, her emerald eyes flashed with recognition - Lucarien. A fellow candidate Now, normally she didn't associate much with her fellow candidates, certainly not the women. Why would she want to associate with them? She would be the Weyrwoman and Impress to the next Gold dragon and all they'd get would be a green at best. Pah, who needed them? But some of the males. Well, some of them would Impress bronzes after all. And her gold would fly one day. It wouldn't hurt to get better acquainted before then now would it? And besides, Lucarien was one of the better looking ones. He could be deemed worthy of her attentions.

Delicately stepping up beside him, she brushed against him lightly before following his gaze. How she stood was perfectly practised, to show off all of her best features. Well, all of her was her best feature, however her best best features could be emphasised on a little more...
"Lucarien?" she asked, her voice a lilting purr. "Why, what would you be doing out here all alone? Aren't you cold?" Her eyes followed his gaze, to see the brown dragon feeding. What, pray tell, was the fascination? Not that any of those thoughts crept onto her face past the coy smile.