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Old Friends New Parties; party in the Barracks!
Topic Started: Sep 2 2011, 07:22 PM (820 Views)
Kestrel
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A party? How deliciously forbidden. Yithel had just been lamenting (to herself, of course), her lack of leisure time. The eggs were too close to hatching, they were all too anxious, they were all worked to the bone... Whatever the cause, the effect was clear. One could only be a hard worker for some long. At some point, everyone needed a break, and given how little opportunity Yithel had had to get to know her fellow Candidates, her break was long overdue. Not knowing who people were, what they stood for, what they liked and disliked, was not a natural position for the former Harper to be in. She would have gone into information gathering, after all. It was her business to know who everyone was.

Still, part of her balked at the idea of this little get together. From the doorway she could see what looked like wine skins. This seemed distinctly against the rules. How much did the possibility of getting in trouble weigh against the possibility of having a night to finally unwind and enjoy herself? The two seemed equally heavily weighted in Yithel's mind. On the other hand, there were actual /dragons/ in attendance. Since coming to the Weyr, Yithel had no interaction with any of the beasts, and to tell the truth, she missed it all dreadfully. She had spent the first twelve Turns of her life in a Weyr, surrounded by dragons, always having access to her mother's green. It was strange to be so close, yet so utterly isolated from it all.

A little bit of wine wouldn't hurt. Yithel had to keep her wits about her. And if one of the Candidates did drink a little bit too much... Well, that could make for some very interesting information- the sort of information that could come in handy at a later date, when Yithel needed something particularly badly. Of course, she hoped that none of her fellow Candidates would be so foolish as to get roaring drunk and make mistakes, but people were people, and most of them were teenagers filled with anxiety about the uncertainty of their collective futures. The wine would be sorely tempting tonight. Olayla must have known that. Of course she had. She had been a Candidate once, and had been through it all. Who better to know what the Candidates felt than a Weyrling?

"This is nicely done," she said in the way of greetings to Olayla. "Nicely done, and not exactly encouraged, if I'm correct." There was a small smile on her face. "I'm Candidate Yithel. Please forgive me if I don't know your name... Or what kind of vintages you're offering. If you'd be kind enough to enlighten me, I would be grateful." A good white would not go amiss. Red worked best with meats, while white could work on its own. Yithel liked wine, though she was certainly no expert. She knew that Benden was supposedly the best, however, while Tillek was inferior. It all tasted about the same to her, but it helped appearances to be drinking a better vintage.

If Yithel had anything more to say, it was interrupted by Jeselle's loud, halfway drunken toast. Apparently they weren't practicing self-control tonight. "She'll have a headache tomorrow," she observed to no one in particular. Well, with at least one tipsy, the night would prove to be amusing, if nothing else.
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For a brief moment, Isolde was afraid that she'd be turned away. She didn't make a habit of making friends with the other candidates and she even tended to avoid the longer termed candidates lest they try to bond with her over their lack of impressing. She knew that it was rude not to be social, but the fact of the matter was that Isolde was both shy and embarrassed by her long standing term as Candidate and she didn't feel very much like forming friendships with people who would probably go off and forget her as soon as they impressed.

But, she thought as she received a glass of wine from the dragonrider with a smile, it was possible that she was wrong, and that it would be worth the effort to socialize more. So she raised her hand in greeting to Jeselle and took a large sip of wine. She'd never actually had wine before, and she couldn't say that she liked the taste very much, but at present, she didn't mind the sour tang.

Her smile widened a fraction at Jeselle's toast and she took another sip of wine to commemorate the moment.

As Olayla expressed a general invitation to touch her dragon, Isolde felt her eyes widened slightly; she looked between dragon and rider for a moment a little uncertain of the sincerity of the offer. Tirith, N'cek swore, was fond of her as people went, but N'cek had also been very keen in letting Isolde touch and play with Tirith from the moment that Tirith left the Sands. Still, the others didn't seem to be doing much harm to the dragonet and she seemed to like it well enough, so Isolde finished off her glass and stepped forward to touch the gray.

"Hello, darling," she coo'd quietly, slender fingers mapping out the dragon's eye ridges and running down her wide jowls.

The flask was passed around again, Isolde filled her cup as it did, and scooted a little closer to Eyoith as if to hide when more people joined them in the hall. She took another gulp of wine and tried to make herself feel relaxed.

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She grinned in happiness when Eyoith nuzzled into her palm, and she giggled in delight. The little grey was just too adorable for words to her. She carefully stroked the headknobs in fear of harming her and causing her and Olayla pain, but she didn't seem to mind. It was enlightening to her to have a dragon companion that wasn't Ceriath or her flits. "You're a real beauty, Eoyith. Olayla is very lucky to have you."

Senyrae returned her friend's embrace in a half-hug, trying not to drop the wineskin in her other hand. Now that she thought of it, she probably shouldn't have drunk straight from the bottle. "It's wonderful to see you too, Olayla. I've really missed you." She stepped back to pet Eyoith once more. "Seems like a lot of bsy work. How do you do it all?" Senyrae tickled Eyoith's chin one last time before stopping her caresses to let everyone else see her. Her eyes lowered in sadness with Olayla's words. How she wished she could be there right now. "Sorry, Ola," the familiar nickname she used slipped her tongue, "Promise I'll be there next time, kay?"

Jeselle was already showing signs of tipsiness, Senyrae mused in laughter. It made her divulge in another teeny sip from the wineskin she gripped. The taste was still strong, but it was a lot less head-rattling than before. The girl smacked her lips, savoing the taste for a moment before a hiccup issued forth. "Oop, sorry 'bout that!" she apologized to no one in particular.

Olayla picked up some good stuff, though, she had to admit. Alcohol was never Senyrae's thing, but it was useless to say she wasn't curious. No wonder her mother enjoyed this stuff! She sighed in happiness as her muscles relaxed and she sat in a nearby chair. If wine helped her out this much, Senyrae would definitely have it more ofetn! "So! When's this party getting started?" she drawled out. If they were going to have fun, they better do so soon!
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Jayrel had had the kind of day that made you wish you had some wine to drown it out with. He'd been woken up at Faranth-knows-what-ungodly-hour to the boy next door yelling for his mother (actually, Jayrel couldn't quite make out what he was yelling, but it wasn't pretty, anyway), and had then spent the rest of the day in the Infirmary mixing numbweed, which would have been bad enough on its own if he hadn't had some crochety old healer with him the whole day, breathing over his shoulder and making snide remarks about his hair and outfit and everything. So it was that the glasscrafter made his weary way back to the candidate barracks exhausted, irritated, and smelling about as good as a week-old fish. What he really needed, he thought peevishly, was a strong skin of wine.

And what did he walk in on but a bunch of candidates and a weyrling passing around a strong skin of wine. Splitting into a disbelieving smile, the candidate thought, Faranth, I will never doubt you again. He didn't know the weyrling or her grey dragon, but he quickly pieced together that she'd brought the wine and set up this little party. Delighted at the occasion, Jayrel quickly bypassed the group in the common room and slipped into his room to hurriedly change clothes in the hope of ridding himself of some of the stink of numbweed. He was back in time to hear the toast of one candidate well on her way to drunkenness, and grabbed a glass of wine in order to raise it. "And may one of them come to me," he added under his breath. He'd not planned to get too invested in the whole Impressing thing, given that he was so close to the cut-off age for candidacy, but why not hope?

Downing the glass in one go and refilling it with the air of one who had experience in such practices, he looked around for some company, preferably of the yummy male variety. He spotted Yithel over by the weyrling, and figured he could go talk to her if all else fell through, but with the number of candidates here he was sure there wouldn't be any shortage of boys to flirt with, and if some of them were loosened up by the wine...Well, his day might just turn right around. He spotted the boy who had touched the queen egg at the hatching, Brantor, and smiled. Now there was a looker. Tall, brown-eyed and dark-haired, and just the right amount of muscle. With a grin and another glass downed and refilled, the glasscrafter sidled over to the Masterminer's son and leaned over his shoulder. "You look like you could use some company," he purred. "Mind if I join you?"
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"To the eggs!" Renault joined in when the female candidate lifted her glass. What was her name? Jesar...Jase... Jeselle that was it. Renault nodded to himself pleased to have remembered the other candidate's name. He finished off his glass of wine and peered sadly into to his now empty glass. He lifted his head looking around for a wine skin. Goodness there had been a lot of new candidates lately. He tried to count them all, but kept loosing track and people moved about. He contemplated requesting they all stand still so he could get a proper count. He spotted a wineskin setting on a table and decided he would refill his glass first.

He made his way quite steadily toward the skin, moving just in time as one candidate stumbled back. Success. He lifted the skin smiling happily at the splash of liquid within and carefully refilled his glass. He took a swallow then hiccuped. He wanted to make a toast. Jeselle had made one for the eggs so he didn't want to do that. He moved toward a chair a stepped up onto it, swaying slightly. Someone needed to check this thing out it didn't seem at all steady. Renault lifted his glass above his head, "To Lisenyth for giving us such a wonderful clutch!" He boomed across the room, lifting his wine filled glass and taking a generous swallow. Oh he did feel a bit wobbly. So how he managed to descend from the chair without incident and sat with a proud and decidedly drunken grin.
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ChoCoaTheArT
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"Ah thank you Yithel, not really encouraged no. But, last chance!" she chuckled "My name is Olayla and that is my Eyoith." she picked up a wineskin "Nothing special, the Tillek red is a little stout. But I do have a little Benden white if you're interested." she picks up her own personal wineskin and pours a liberal amount into a glass for Yithel. "there's too much here for me to drink on my own." she hands the other girl the glass. "enjoy."

Olayla nearly started laughing at all the sour faces, apparently many of them had never even tasted wine before! She let out a small giggle and sipped delicately at her glass when Jeselle made her toast. She carefully edged the wineskins that were full away from the girl to pass them out among the crowd.

Haylian asked very nicely for one and she eagerly gave it to him "Not the best I'm afraid but it's wine." He seemed shy, "my name is Olayla, it's nice to meet you." Eyoith crooned when Renault was so very polite to her. And then especially enjoyed Telimnon scratching her eyeridges, Thank you that feels good Tel'friend she chirped, appearently he was friends with Her's too!

She handed a full glass to Telimnon when he was finished scratching Eyo. "enjoy yourself, you won't be allowed to drink for a year after you Impress. And then you'll just have to plan parties with me." she chided him.

Eyoith deffinitely liked Senyrae, or perhaps it was just the compliment either way, I love my Ola'mine. she is the best. the grey nuzzled Olayla's face but returned to Senyrae for more pets while Her's talked to the other girl.

"I honestly don't know. It's easier now that Eyoith is a little older, but I've got Jasper and the others to take care of too, though Jass is a big help." the dark haired girl's eyes softened when Senyrae apologized "It's fine really, it's just that It's your turn to Impress now so that you can be just as sleep deprived as the rest of us!" she joked but she was really being serious about the lack of sleep, as wonderful as Eyo was she couldn't help but wish that the grey could sleep through the night.

Olayla's eyes widened when Renault made a toast of his own, "I think the party has already started. I should probably get Eyoith out of here before it gets too out of hand." She whispered to Senyrae. Jasper appeared from between with a gust of cold air chattering anxiously, he landed on her shoulder and rubbed his face against her cheek. Olayla's eyes widened and a horrified expression appeared on her face. "Oh, Jays I did NOT want to know that Jasper!" he twittled sadly, but she stroked his nose. "Uh well, the candidate master is particularly occupied." she shook her head trying to clear the image and refusing to say more on the subject.

Isolde's eyes boggled a bit when Olayla offered for her to touch Eyoith, she smiled encouragingly and Eyo blinked her blue eyes at her. Apparently that was all it took and the girl eagerly petted the young dragon Eyoith leaned against Isolde enjoying the company and Olayla's eyes sparkled with the joy her dragonet was giving the candidates. She at least hoped that the exposure would reaffirm their hope to Impress. Though, she reminded herself, it was up to the dragonets that lay within the eggs. And as much as she hoped that all of them would eventually find their lifemates, she knew that some would be disappointed. Perhaps this evening though they could let go of their anxiety, she knew how stressful it could be being a candidate. Even if she had been one for such a short amount of time, the heart yammering nights of wondering and dreaming were almost too much to bear at times. As much as part of her said this was a bad idea, she meant well and even if she got in trouble there could be nothing done for it.

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Well that's one thing they all could've taken part in at least. The only and most important reason they were even in these -sometimes lonely- barracks: For their future life partners. And after a few sips of that first glass, he was quickly overflowed with that same spirit as the others, excitingly joining their words, "To the eggs!" Little by little, that shell would slowly start to crack, as he became more comfortable by the laughter and conversations.

"I'm Haylian," before taking just another sip, in a much less shy tone, "But if it suits your fancy, Hayle is just as good." And what followed was a comical smile,if she hadn't expected the sudden transformation, he wouldn't have blamed her. "What's it like?" By that, he meant the dragonet, and would point toward it with his glass.

It was a question he was sure most people would die to know. He'd heard enough through rumor and random conversations, and knew it must've been some amazing thing. Having someone you'd be connected to for life, never having to live life alone. It was a promising dream, a dream he'd want to make into reality someday. For now though, he'd set his eyes on the remarkable creature, alongside his peers before awaiting a response from the girl. Judging from all the others and their conversations with her, he was prepared to wait, and look around; see a friendly face or two he could go to afterward.
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Lindell, living in room 3, didn't have far to go to get back to his room from the private bathing pools. But as he passed through the common room he noticed a growing crowd, and as he entered his room, his piqued curiosity introduced thoughts into his mind.

Shoveling runnerbeast dung for the umpteenth time during chores had left him feeling sweaty and smelly. With most of his breaktime left, though, he decided to see what all the commotion was about.

As he entered the room, still-wet hair flopping over his forehead and ears, the first thing he saw and gravitated toward was one of the young dragons. He'd known Olayla, if only by name, as he had known all of his fellow candidates before Tuath's hatching. He'd never thought all that much about the event in question, or spent time feeling bitter about being passed over. There had only been 8 eggs, and much more than 8 candidates.

Now, drawing closer, he felt a bolt of real envy as he looked down a the grey dragonet. She was larger than he remembered, although he supposed that was only natural as it had been a few fortnights since the hatching had happened. And whatever an adult dragonrider might say about clumsy dragonets, he'd never seen something so beautiful. He didn't notice that her feet were too large for her body; he only saw his future, reflected in her marbled grey hide.

Lindell stopped nearby, looking around. There appeared to be alcohol, but Lindell was a lightweight so he abstained. All he had eyes for at that moment was the dragonet, who was already being lovingly caressed by half the candidates. He approached her and her Weyrling rider, and asked both or either of them, "Hey... Can I touch her, too? Does she mind?" A foolish question, he thought angrily to himself as soon as he uttered it. She was a dragon, not a dog!

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No I do not mind. The grey in question chirped and nosed Lindell's hand, demanding the offered pets. The others had gotten their turn so why not him! And she quite liked this one, he was very polite to her Olayla, if a little shy. She thrummed softly under all the attention, she hadn't quite been sure about it at first but everyone was awfully kind and they seemed so happy to be able to touch her, though she could feel some of their jealousy towards Hers but it quickly evaporated and didn't bother the little grey. She was Olayla's and no others, and despite the few coveting looks Her's didn't seem upset so she was not either.

Olayla caught Haylian's question and briefly mulled it over. "We'll it's like your mind expands and you have a sort of different perspective on things. A completely new personality next to yours making judgments and decisions of their own. And if you're not paying attention you'll end up thinking and behaving together."

Eyoith eyed them all with her cuteness. When I am hungry Ola'mine feels hungry too even if she isn't.

Olayla laughed softly "yeah, Eyo. You feel what your dragon feels and they feel whatever you do. You can kind of hide your emotions from them by thinking of something else but it takes some practice." She didn't want to mention her embarrassing spat in the mines where she'd been afraid of the dark and Eyoith had taken over for her.

"But it's a lot of work too, and no matter what your dragon comes first since they depend on you for their every need. And the better care you take care of them when they're little like this the easier it'll be when they get older." She remembered A'yar's words from her first ever flight on a dragon. That same dragon just so happened to be Eyoith's own father. She smiled softly at the memory, halfway unable how far she'd come since then. Eyo crooned and uncoiled her tail from around herself to brush it against Olayla's leg.
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Brantor frowned and took another drink from his flask. He stood by and watched everyone fawn all over the grey weyrling pair, and get chummy amongst themselves. No one acknowledged his question, one girl outright snubbed him... It was awkward and irritating. He was really starting to feel terribly self conscious. Brantor's arms crossed over his chest. What had he done to deserve a cold shoulder? The thing with the queen egg? That was a minor snag in the weave. No need to throw out the whole bolt for it. And, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Sure the mistake had been public, but maybe they could have the courtesy to be a little sympathetic towards him? It's not like they had never made a mistake in their lives.

He bit his lip slightly, and his eyes began to search the room. Where was Mercer? There was a lad Brantor enjoyed spending time with, and he was more than familiar. It made him terribly nervous to realize this was the first time he was truly awkward and unwanted among his peers for a long time. Just as he was about to abandon this nonsense for friendlier company, another candidate slipped up behind Brantor and talked in his ear.

When he turned and saw Jayrel, a pleased grin crossed Brantor's face. His look became very pointed as he roamed the other boy with his eyes. Shorter and slimmer than himself, but with an attractive face, and that hair. He could already see himself running his fingers through that and more. Brantor wanted everything about Jayrel, and didn't hesitate to flirt. He turned so they faced each other and he took a step nearer to the other candidate to bring them nearly face to face. Brantor wanted this one within easy reach.

"Not at all, sweetheart. I really could use some friendly company... How kind of you to notice," said Brantor easily. His eyes searched Jayrel's intently, looking for the slightest bit of acceptance of the offer.

"You see, I'm still new around here," he explained. "I don't know the barracks very well. Any chance you could give me a personal tour?"

For the next statement, he made sure he dropped his voice to nothing more than an eager growl.

"I hope you decide soon. I'd hate to have to kiss you in front of all these people."
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