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Morning Comes; Tag: Ira's Syrsha
Topic Started: Jan 8 2018, 09:28 PM (74 Views)
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*Backdated thread. Takes place one day after Sardonyx' hatching.

I have solved our problem! Get up, get up!
What?
...
What time is it?
Oh, don't worry about that, was Ingalath's not-at-all reassuring reply. We still have plenty of time before our lesson starts, but you need to hurry.

Social butterfly though she was, Ingalath was rarely so pushy. Persuasive, absolutely - bossy, not so much. She seemed to be beside herself with excitement, though, and so N'din found himself rolling obligingly out of bed. It wasn't until he was stumbling out of the barracks at her side, rubbing at his eyes and smothering a yawn, that he realized the sun hadn't risen yet.

Inga? Why.
I want to meet Kalayth!
Oh, no. No. He stopped in his tracks, in the middle of the as-yet empty weyrbowl, and tried to muster up a scowl. She was tough to frown at for any length of time, though, as he'd discovered over the last half-turn. Even when she was cooking up hare-brained schemes like this one. We are not waking them up first thing in the morning. He just hatched yesterday, you might remem-
Oh, he's awake, she assured him brightly, strolling blithely on ahead.
Inga, no...
Inga, yes, she mimicked, not unkindly. Now step lightly, we're meeting them up on the heights.
He shuffled after her with a groan; there wasn't much else he could do.

Halfway there it occurred to him that he was dressed in a lightly-stained shirt and wrinkled pair of pants. His hair was a mess. He was certain he had huge, ugly dark circles under his eyes. Did his breath smell?
...Did any of the rest of him smell?
I didn't invite her family, Ingalath reassured him. Missing his point, perhaps intentionally.

The remark wasn't totally out of left field, though. He'd spotted Syrsha with them at the feast last night, dressed up in fabrics as lavish as any he'd ever seen. Regal, impeccably-groomed. Lovely and very remote. He'd felt like an entirely different species, looking at them, a vagrant-turned-drudge-turned-weyrling.

He hadn't been able to bring himself to go anywhere near her, with them around. He'd been so desperate not to be spotted by any of them, in fact, that he'd headed back to the barracks straight off, much to Ingalath's disappointment. And she was right to be disappointed; it was shameful. He should have congratulated her, at least. What if she'd looked for him? He was a sharding coward-

I'm sure that doesn't matter, Ingalath cut in quietly, more solemn than she'd been yet this morning. It must have been overwhelming for her. She had her family there, and the little one. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you away from all of that, now that things are calmer.
N'din sighed, forcing himself to focus on the positive; he knew that's what Ingalath was angling for. He was very excited to meet her brown, and better late than never, as far as the congratulations went.
I hope you're right.

He'd soon find out - they were coming up on the top of the heights, now. He perked up immediately, in spite of himself, trying to see if he could spot them through the darkness. They might not have arrived yet, but his nerves were going haywire regardless, with some stomach-churning combination of excitement and wariness. What would the little brown think of them? What was he like? He'd been so lucky, that Ingalath had taken to Syrsha right away - but what if it went poorly, this time? What if-
What's not to like? Come now, my- Oh! I think I see them!

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"It is unspeakably early," came Syrsha's voice, low and crackling from sleep, and muffled under the covers she pulled over her head after Kalayth licked her cheek. She had no window in her room, but based on her body's reluctance to pull itself from sleep, it had to be as dark outside as it was in her room. This was earlier than she was used to waking, which was a horror to contemplate, considering candidates already got up hideously early. This wasn't going to be a regular thing, was it?

Of course not, Kalayth answered, though Syrsha had not meant to project her thoughts to him. She could feel him crawling all over her, his little claws sometimes pricking through her covers. There was a snuffling somewhere by her head, and then a little snout poked under the blanket and nudged her forehead. I know it is early, and I am terribly sorry, but this is the best chance we have! Or that's what Ingalath seemed to think, anyway.

"Inga... Ingalath?" Syrsha drew back her covers enough to peek out at her dragon. (Her dragon! That thought sent a thrill that managed to puncture through her foggy mind. My dragon!)

Ingalath. She says she wants to meet me. She is going to wake N'din—your friend, I presume? You were thinking about him a lot last night. Anyway, she was going to wake him so that they can meet us on the fireheights before dawn. Then we can talk before our lessons. N'din wants to meet me too. Kalayth looked smug at that. I am quite popular already, it seems.

"N'din!" Now Syrsha sat up, digging the heels of her palms into her eyes, then running them back through her hair. Kalayth crawled into her lap and looked up expectantly. Syrsha patted him absently and yawned. "All right," she said when her teeth clacked shut. "All right. I'm getting up."

As quickly as she could, which was sluggish at best this early, Syrsha dressed and managed to pull back her hair into a wild runnertail. She pulled on a shawl, longing to wrap herself in something blanket-like, and then grabbed a jacket to go over that. Then, all bundled, she ventured out into the cold morning, Kalayth trotting happily at her feet.

"You'll like N'din," Syrsha said as they began the trek upwards. "We were candidates together, before he Impressed Ingalath. He is a good friend." As miserable as this all was, trudging about in the pre-dawn, freezing and tired, she could not help but feel a flicker of warmth in her chest at this unusual invitation. N'din wanted to see her. Her mouth curved into a smile without her realizing it.

You missed him last night, Kalayth said, prying for more.

"I thought he would be there. I kept looking for him." Syrsha could not deny that she was disappointed at the end of the night, after he failed to make an appearance. But, well, there were a lot of people. Maybe they kept missing each other.

This would be nice. No hatching hysteria around them, no family fighting for her attention. Just him and her. Syrsha felt her cheeks flush at the thought. And the dragons, she corrected herself quickly. And the dragons.

Kalayth was in her arms by the time they reached the top of the heights. He tired about halfway up. Though the ground flattened out, Syrsha was loath to let him down, little heater he was. The brown was curled into a content little ball, and she rocked him for awhile, looking about but seeing no sign of N'din or Ingalath. Then Kalayth lifted his head.

Oh—that must be them.

Syrsha wheeled around. There, at the top of the path, were the outlines of two figures. Syrsha's breath caught, her nerves jangling. "N'din?" she called, and started toward them. The forms became more recognizable as she came closer, and she grinned through the dark, straining to see his face. "Good morning." Her voice was still something like a croak, and though she tried valiantly not to, her jaw dropped into a yawn as soon as she opened her mouth. It was followed by a nervous giggle. "Sorry. It's a little earlier than I'm used to."

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Look at him! Ingalath squealed, hunkering down beside N'din and resting her chin on his shoulder. She was wriggling with excitement, and N'din put a steadying - but fond - hand on her muzzle. He and Syrsha had come into view as soon as they reached the top of the path. She was cradling the little one in her arms, and he was- Adorable! What a handsome little brown, N'din, look at him.
I see him, N'din assured her with a laugh. He might have teased her, if not for the wild grin that had immediately stolen across his face at the sight of Syrsha and her dragon. Her dragon! Finally.

He waved as they approached, feeling suddenly energized despite the hour, though he left a few feet between them when he reached her, loathe to crowd the hatchling.
"Morning! Sorry to drag you out of bed," he said with a remorseful shrug, running a nervous hand through his hair. "We missed you last night at the Feast, though-" Ingalath shot him a pointed glance, at that, though thankfully refrained from commenting - "and I guess this was Inga's compromise. If she couldn't come into the dining hall herself to meet him, she wanted to see him first thing."

Inga, meanwhile, had eyes only for the brown.
Good morning! Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me, she said to her small co-conspirator, eyes whirling at dizzying speeds that betrayed the enthusiasm she'd tried to keep from her voice. She didn't want to scare him, or overwhelm him - it was, after all, his very first morning in the Weyr. I am Ingalath, and it is so very nice to meet you finally. I told Syrsha that Hers would find her - and here you are! She sounded only a little smug, at that, but she was just so pleased at how things had worked out.

"Inga says his name is Kalayth?" N'din added to Syrsha, though he offered the brown a little wave. "He's awesome - just look at him!" He was leaning forward now, distracted by the stripe of dark brown - or was it black? - that ran down the hatchling's spine. He was still grinning like a complete lunatic; he couldn't seem to stop. Given the circumstances, though, he was confident Syrsha and Inga would forgive him. "I'll bet your family's awful pleased. A brown can do anything he wants! You could be wingleader someday - or weyrleader, even." His tone was playful, though the words, of course, were true. He had no idea what Syrsha's - or Kalayth's - aspirations might be, but he was confident that whatever they wanted-
"You'll be great! Congratulations!"
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Though Syrsha was pleased to see N'din, a flicker of disappointment still managed to cut its way through her joy when he mentioned the feast. "Oh. No need to apologize," she said, waving one dismissive hand, both at N'din's apology and her own ill feeling. She had been so excited to introduce Kalayth to him, and—well, she had worn her best dress and styled her hair and stood with confidence for the first time in a long time, and... she wished N'din had seen her like that. Seen her as something other than the worn-down, hopeless wretch she had been for months.

But that was a small thing—a silly wish—and it wasn't worth getting worked up over. Syrsha gave herself a mental shake and mirrored her friend's smile. She wasn't a worn-down, hopeless wretch now. N'din would see that now.

"It was so crowded in there," she added, to help justify N'din's absence the previous night and forestall any more possible apologies.

Kalayth thought that, with the sudden rush of Syrsha's thoughts and emotions, now was a good time to step in. He burbled at Ingalath, though it was less a diversion tactic and more out of genuine pleasure at meeting the green at last. Thank you for the invitation! I think we work well together, he said, his tone taking on a conspiratorial quality. It is nice to meet you too. Thank you for assuring Syrsha.

"And for being right," Syrsha added. She nodded at N'din's question, then lifted Kalayth a little higher so that the man might inspect him easier. Though his compliments were directed at Kalayth, Syrsha flushed and smiled shyly. But his remarks about her family, and her potential for climbing the ranks—that drew a laugh out of her, slightly strained but not without humor.

"Ah. My family. You know, I honestly didn't expect them to take this very well," Syrsha said. "My parents made it abundantly clear I was to Impress a queen or not at all, and well—" She looked down at Kalayth and shrugged.

I am not sorry to disappoint them, Kalayth said, a little acerbically.

"Oh, hush. They were happy for me, you saw them. Anyway," Syrsha said, looking back at N'din, "yes, it seems they are at least a little pleased—or at least considerate enough to hide their disappointment. I am shocked, but not complaining. As for weyrleader—oh," she laughed, "Oh. I hadn't thought of that."

You could too, Kalayth said to N'din and Ingalath, extracting information from Syrsha's thoughts and memories. Coal Wing. Or Flint. You could be wingleaders.
Edited by Iradial, Mar 24 2018, 11:14 PM.
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Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
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Khola : Weyrfolk
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