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In Town For The Hatching; Tag Tel
Topic Started: Sep 4 2011, 10:05 PM (288 Views)
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It was not the first time Aniese or her parents came to stay at Vaioa Weyr. As one of the main Holds under Vaioa's protection, the Lord and his family would be accorded the finest of accommodations and service. Aniese hated to admit it, but the Weyr knew how to flatter when it tried. Aside from being in the side of a creepy crater, with a huge, ghostly spire sticking up in the middle-- if she understood correctly, that was where all the dragons stayed-- things were almost pleasant here. Of course, it was much drier than Big Bay back home, with no ocean, no river, no moisture in the air. It was as dry as a bone, actually. And hotter than Ista to boot, or so she thought. But Rhyssone and O'zen, the Weyrleaders, had wasted no expense on the comfort of their esteemed guests.

As it should be, Aniese thought as she wandered down the hall. The Lower Caverns were familiar to her, but only vaguely. After the trip between and the short glide down, Aniese had spent the greater part of a candlemark getting her heartbeat back under control. It wasn't that she'd been scared... Well, she had been, actually. Just a little bit. But there was a strange swooping sensation in her stomach alarmingly close to exhilaration that she didn't want to think too much about. Enjoying dragon rides was for sissies.

And maybe her...

She shoved the thought away savagely and ran a hand through her hair. The brassy brown waves were still windswept from her recent flight, and she couldn't get the slight flush out of her cheeks although she tried to think of the ocean in midwinter and other cold things. Having settled into her quarters, she'd decided to go find a strong mug of klah to nurse. It was still too early for bed, so she'd just try to enjoy herself for the time being. Being an honored guest in the Weyr meant that she didn't have to worry about any Hold duties. She'd try to relax.

And the only place she knew for sure she wouldn't get completely lost in was the Lower Caverns. Even so, she was relieved to step out into the wide room with the dim hearths and glowbaskets on the tables. Being in such an unfamiliar place only made her feel disoriented and upset. Overall she was a mix of emotions far, far from her usual airy, confident self as she hurried over to the counter by the hearth and searched for a mug to fill with the steaming klah in the carafe nearby.

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Today was just another long, long day of candidacy. Chores, followed by another boring lesson, followed by more chores. Surprisingly it was all becoming routine now. The work was so much easier than the work Telimnon did in the Mines and the company, he was beginning to enjoy that too. With his sister and Andy now living in the weyrling barracks he'd gotten to know the rest of the candidates better, Vassili and Renault especially. Truthfully that was a good thing. There were only so many female friends a guy could have.

Although things felt like they were finally settling down, Tel couldn't help but be on edge. His work in lessons and in routine chores was even more diligent than before. He spent time less time on his own and more time with his fellow candidates. It was like he was trying to impress someone, and truthfully he was. Some part of him hoped, wished that the dragonets in their shells would see this, notice this. That somehow something he did as a candidate would draw their attention. This time he would not walk off the Sands with nothing to show for his effort.

All that diligence and hard work didn't really pay off. That was why he was here, still sitting in the dining hall long after the dinner candlemark. He'd spent too long cleaning the barracks and then spent too long chatting with people at lunch. In all that time he hadn't gotten even a single moment of rest. That's what he needed now, some time to simply do... nothing.

He looked out over the nearly empty dining hall, nursing a mug of klah. All this work recently was making him anxious even now, when he had nothing pressing to do. He'd forgotten to mop the floor of the common room. Tomorrow it would be even more of a chore. Maybe if he did a little bit tonight... He took a sip of his tepid drink and tried to push all thoughts of work aside. He could worry about all that later. It wasn't pressing. He took another sip. It wasn't as if the dragonets would seriously be impressed by mopping. But still, to leave things undone like that. They might not like someone who would forget to oil their tail even when the rest of their body was done....

He took a sip of klah and forced himself to remain seated. That was so stupid, why was he even thinking about that? He needed to move his thoughts to other things, because seriously... so stupid. It was then that he noticed the brown haired girl wandering about the hall. Every now and then she'd stop and peer into one of the alcoves off the main kitchen. Obviously she was looking for something and obviously she had absolutely no idea how to find it. She was also just the kind of distraction he could use right now.

He stood, still gripping his mug of klah and began to follow along behind her. She moved a stack of clothes on the counter in her fruitless search. Tel smiled and casually walked over to her side. "Did you lose something? Is there anything I can help you find?"
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Aniese jumped badly when someone materialized out of thin air and spoke to her, then tried to cover it up by grabbing the stack of clothes she had just set down, cheeks flaming in furious self-consciousness. Blast this Weyr! Blast it all for making her feel uncomfortable and skittish!

She set the clothes down again and looked at the boy as he spoke. She had no way of knowing his age, and of course she had no idea what his knots meant, but he seemed average looking. She'd even grant him moderately attractive. Her mind whirled. What sort of stranger would come talk to a girl wearing holder's knots in the caverns? Could it be a bronzerider? Like all Holder girls, she'd heard stories of the famously lusty Bronzeriders of the Weyr. Riders who would tempt even the most innocent girls. Well, there was something he couldn't help her find, and that was inside of his Weyr!

Then again, she considered, weren't Bronzeriders also part of the Weyr council? Highly respected and high ranking? It was only natural that they'd send one to come see how she was doing. She was, after all, an important visitor to the Weyr. She therefore squared her shoulders and managed a believable smile, although it lacked none of her usual haughtiness. She was still too much out of her element to really be confident. Luckily, the girl had experience in faking it.

"Hello. No, I haven't lost anything; I've only just arrived. Didn't they tell you?" She seemed to consider this, but discarded it quickly, continuing before he could reply. "No matter. I'm just looking for a mug for some klah. It's so..." Here she hesitated, for two reasons; the first, she didn't know exactly how to describe the feeling she had. The second; she was dangerously close to revealing her inner thoughts and feelings to someone who, high ranking or not, was a complete stranger.

Realizing her clumsiness as the silence stretched, she gave a false giggle, half-panicked, and continued, "I'm so sorry. I'm just a little bit disoriented. Is there a mug somewhere around here?"

Great, Aniese, she berated herself silently. Perfect way to represent Big Bay well.

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"Ummm.... No. They didn't tell me." Obviously this girl had a bit of a problem thinking she was the center of Pern. Many of the girls at this Weyr seemed to suffer that same problem, including his sister, Eleonora. To say Telimnon was used to this attitude was an understatement. However, that didn't mean he liked it.

"I'm just a candidate, you know. They don't tell me everything." It was then that he noticed the knots on her sleeve. Shards, it was no wonder she acted as if she owned the place, she was wearing the knots of a holder. For a moment it was like he was back home at Vaioa Hold. He fought the urge to immediately apologize and get out of her way. He was at the Weyr now. Those ranks still meant something, but not as much as they once did.

Instead he took another step toward her. "It's okay, everyone gets a little bit flustered in new places. Not that I can claim an incredible amount of experience with that, truthfully. The mugs are just over here." He turned and led her to the counter closest to the kitchen entrance. He set his mug down on the table and pulled a clean on off the top of the stack. "Here you go," he said, handing it to her.
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"A candidate?" Aniese's tone of voice wasn't disgusted, exactly, more like... surprised. Very surprised. Shocked, even. "Oh. Well then, I'm..." She shot Telimnon a look of disconcerted curiosity. "What are you still doing up?" Big Bay was a bit west of Vaioa, and it was still early to her internal clock; she wasn't ready for sleep, even IF she was calm enough to lie down, which she wasn't right now; too full of jitters.

"I guess they wouldn't have told you. Only the Steward said the Weyr was expecting us, since we're--" She paused again, looking the boy up and down, as though re-evaluating him to know if she could trust him before she spoke. "Well, we're here for the hatching," she finished lamely as he handed her a mug. As if it wasn't obvious why she was here. She didn't just drop in to visit for the fun of it, that was for sure.

"Thanks," she added slightly reluctantly as she walked back to the pottle of klah, still steaming, and poured herself a fresh serving. She began to sip at her steaming mug slowly, taking the slightly bitter drink straight and black.

"It's just, they didn't tell us how long we'd be here. You don't know, do you? How long until the hatching?" Aniese leaned against the counter and shot Telimnon a calculated look. She knew enough to know that they wouldn't have brought her and her parents here if she eggs weren't close at all, but that didn't mean they might have brought her early, to make her uncomfortable as she waited.

She sighed and shook her head at the thought. There were too many mixed messages; the Weyr was hospitable, but then there were odd things the Leadership kept doing. She was the heir of a Hold; she deserved to be treated with respect. Not to sit around and wait until they said it was ready and had the Hatching. She didn't know much, especially not about how Hatchings worked.

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"It's not as if our curfews are that early," Telimnon replied. The girl continued talking though, about her Hold and the Hatching. Her Hold, although she didn't exactly use those terms. It was still a tough concept to get around. She obviously expected a lot from those around her, a lot that Tel was not exactly prepared to give.

He poured himself another mug of klah as she spoke. She evidentally also had some pretty strange ideas about the dragons and Hatchings in general. Maybe it helped that Tel grew up in a Hold so close to the Weyr. He knew a lot about dragons and Weyrlife before he was even Searched. Well, maybe not an awful lot then, but definately more now.

He took a sip of klah as she finished speaking. He nodded as he set his mug back down on the counter. "I can't tell you that." He glanced over, watching her reaction. As expected that wasn't an answer she liked. "You see, we don't know that either. And by 'we' I don't just mean the candidates." He took a sip of klah. "It's not something anybody knows. It's not a scheduled thing. The eggs just hatch when they're ready." He shrugged. "It should be soon. Evidentally it's been long enough, but they could hatch as long as a sevenday from now or within the next few minutes. No one knows. You just have to wait for the dragons to start humming."
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"Well, I just--" Aniese flushed lightly again, this time embarrassed of her own ignorance, but clamped her teeth on the words. She was a very important person, and no silly candidate would make her feel ignorant. She was an educated woman; she read and learned more than her own parents. Granted, it was mostly Hold knowledge, but that didn't make her completely useless. Vaguely, she wondered why she felt the need to justify her own thoughts.

"It's just a bit wearisome to wait, isn't it? You never know when it'll actually get here." She edged slightly closer to Tel, her own sudden self-sonsciousness gone as she asked her next question. "So... Why are you a candidate? I know it means you can have the chance to Impress a dragon, but... Why?" The question was a soft and almost breathless curiosity, as though she didn't want to admit to herself how fascinating the dragons were. The lingering memory of the dragon flight in rose in her memory; how exhilarating it had been to soar above her Hold, her home, and the Weyr as they came in. To escape the bonds of the earth. But she couldn't really explain to herself, even if she would admit it, why they were fascinating; something about them rendered her inarticulate. It was more than just something she couldn't have; there was something about dragons that, the more she let it roll around in her mind, the more she seemed fascinated by it.

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The girl was flustered and making quite the effort to bottle that feeling in. A light flush moved across her face. She cut off her words midsentence, but her eyes still betrayed a hint of anger. As quickly as that anger appeared it disappeared. Once again her face was pleasant and calm. Telimnon was left to wonder if he'd seen all that emotion at all.

"It's more nerve wracking than anything. I never know if I'm doing the right thing to capture a dragon's attention on the Hatching Grounds. But really, will they care about all the things I'm doing as a candidate? Probably not." He shrugged. "But, I guess it's as you said. The wait is wearisome, so chores fill the time, at least."

"I'm a candidate because I want to Impress a dragon. Obviously." He laughed. "No, really... I guess I went along with the Search because I wanted to do something new. I was going to work in the Mines for the rest of my life. That's just how it was. I couldn't take up a craft, since I never had any talent for them. And mining was what my family had always done. It was an honest way to make a living. It probably sounds stupid now, but it meant something when that rider noticed me."

"Now I understand some of what being a dragonrider means. It's very difficult work, you know. However, you get to be bonded with a dragon... I've been told that it's the most incredible feeling. Like you've found something you never knew you were missing..." He smiled and shook his head. "I want to be a dragonrider because of all of that, I guess." He shrugged. "I guess I never introduced myself. I'm Telimnon."
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Telimnon seemed to be respectable. Aniese filed away that information for future reference. Well spoken, and fairly polite. If not a high-ranking bronzerider, he was still the only one here talking to her.

"And I'm Aniese," she responded in turn, considering his words. Wanting to do something new, something he'd maybe be good at, rather than just the same old Mines and Holder work. Aniese knew nothing about the mines, but for her it would be fishing. Fishing wasn't for her, but the ocean was such a part of her life, she imagined as the people of Vaioa felt about the nearby mine. She couldn't imagine leaving it, not really.

But she was good at the Holder thing; she was. She tried to think it with conviction, but was distracted by Telimnon's next words.

"A lot of hard work? Finding something you were missing? I think that's very all very romantic." Aniese tried to sound unimpressed but couldn't quite manage it. "How about the fact that there's hard stuff to do? Thread?" Aniese barely stopped herself from grimacing at that-- there wasn't actually any Thread for dragonriders to fight, there hadn't been in 250 turns and there wouldn't be again, for a long time-- "Or that the dragons are huge and bloodthirsty?" She looked slightly worried then. Memories of the large brown that had carried her in with her parents rose uninvited; huge claws raking the desert floor upon landing, a mouthful of very sharp teeth. The Caverns suddenly seemed a bit darker than before, and she took another sip of klah, almost defensively.

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"I don't exactly consider 'a lot of hard work' very romantic." Telimnon laughed, "But if you think it is, who am I to judge?" It was possible, likely even, that she had no idea how much work went into maintaining a dragon's health. His sister, Eleonora's dragon wasn't even close to being full grown and she was already caring for her day and night.

Aniese also seemed to have an odd idea of what the real challenges of dragonriding were. "Thread? For all we know it could just be a legend. Although I'll give you that all the riders belive in it here. Their dragons believe in it, you see? But really, those harper tales are so old. Who knows if Thread will ever fall out of the sky to eat us again?" Tel shrugged. He wasn't entirely ready to believe in something he'd heard about only in stories.

"And, although dragons are huge, they definately aren't bloodthirsty. They don't hurt people, if that's what you're thinking. They actually... they just don't. Not unless someone is hurting their rider. I mean, even when the bandits were attacking they stayed away. Of course, if their rider got hurt they were there, carrying them away, but never hurting anyone. They're actually very gentle creatures, unless you happen to be a herdbeast."
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