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Out of practice....; Tag: Mel
Topic Started: Aug 26 2012, 01:49 AM (187 Views)
Nemix
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You are terrible.
You mentioned that already.....twice actually.
Fine then, you are....awful.
I'd say it's a matter of perspective.
I disagree.
Disagree all you want handsome, I am out of practice and that just will not stand.
If you get into trouble, I will deny all knowledge of you as my almost-Rider.

Tiael had to chuckle at that, how Eisenth planned to make that happen she'd never know. Besides, it was evening time, most people weren't down here at this hour...right? Right. It would be fine. Yup.

Eyeing the lock critically, Tiael removed the pin she'd been working with and replaced it with another from her mouth. She pulled a second from her pocket and inserted that into the keyhole as well, beginning to twiddle them around. Surely this should be easier?? Clearly she'd let some of her skills languish over the past few months. That, was unacceptable, and she was already making a note to brush up on her...talents, over the coming weeks. Nothing big of course, she just didn't like to feel stupid.

There was a small click inside the lock and Tiael grinned. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she....

Pulling the pins out she saw them both bent and tiwsted. Testing the handle, she found the door still firmly locked. Sighing, she slid the broken pins back into her pocket.

You could come back to our room you know.
I could, but I don't want to. I. Can. Do. This. She muttered, punctuating each careful turn if a new set of pins in the lock, with a word to her dragon.
I'll even let you visit Zelle, how about that? The copper attempted, making Tiael drop everything in her hands and flush red.
What do you mean you'll LET me? She's my...friend......That was a low blow and you know it. Clearly flustered, Tiael began to gather her pins up from around the floor.
.....do you even know what's beyond the door? Eisenth eventually asked, allowing the argument to drop.
Not a fardling clue, but that's half the fun isn't it?
...If you say so Mine.

Tiael stood up and stretchd, dusting down her trousers and eyeing her second set of bent pins in her hand. Maybe she should just give up and go back....... Her jaw set in a determined fashion and she shook her head. Nope, she was going to do this if it killed her.

Kneeling down again, she peered through the keyhole and tried to get a look at the inner workings.
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((I hope you don't mind but I'm assuming that this is taking place after the Hatching))

Mel began counting again as she walked through the glow lit halls of the Lower Caverns. She was still getting used to navigating all of the twists and turns, and she tended to get lost most days. Despite that though she was getting better at it every time she entered. She had worked out a system of counting the doors till she had to turn and the number of left or right turns and the order they were in. It was late, that she admitted, and she had planned to be back at the candidate barracks by now. She preferred to be getting to bed, rather than late. Also that and she didn't feel like getting yelled at by the Candidate Master wondering why she was returning so late. Nonetheless she was still making good time, and the Lower Caverns were right across from the Barracks.

Mel precariously juggled four full spools of thread in her arms as she made her way down the hall. She had stayed behind to finish spinning, even after the other apprentices offered to stay and help, or take the other spools to the storage closet for her. She had refused, perfectly sure that she was going to get it done herself. It was only a little bit, and it really hadn't taken her that long, maybe 5 minutes or so. When the journeyman had left he had given her the key. Now all she had to do was drop these bundles off and she could return to her room to turn in early.

As Mel continued to walk she thought about how she had buried herself in her work as of late. She had done this sort of thing before, so it was nothing new to her. She guessed failing to Impress at the Hatching had had more of an effect on her than she thought. Shrugging it off she repeated to herself that there would be more Hatchings in the future and that she was nowhere near the cutoff age. After she counted the fourth door she rounded a corner. There she was met with the sight of a girl trying to pick a lock... Maybe she needed something in the closet, Mel didn't know. It really wasn't any of her business but, “Um... I don't mean to interrupt, but I kinda need that closet.”She shifted from foot to foot, well this certainly wasn't awkward.
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Tiael eyed the lock, peering into it's shadowy mechanical depths and trying to imagine that she could see anything of use. It was no good, she'd simply have to get stronger pins....

“Um... I don't mean to interrupt, but I kinda need that closet.”

Tiael flinched at the sudden noise, looking over sharply to the voice. Ah, a girl. A crafter, from the looks of the spools held in her arms. Well now, didn't this look suspicious. Her mind quickly roved over possible excuses and realised most of them would sound rediculous....except...ah yes.

Standing up, she beamed broadly and appeared to sag in relief. "Oh thank Faranth. You have no idea how glad I am to see you." She headed over, taking a few of the spools from the pile and smiling. "Let me help. It seems we're trying to get into the same place after all." She said with a chuckle.

Inside she was tense, nervous, wondering how this would all play out. She really had no idea what trouble a Weyr would exact on a troublesome Weyrling and she'd really rather not find out.

"I was sent to get some supplies, and I got down here and found the door locked. Hunted high and low, but to no avail for someone with a key. Do you um, do you have a key?" Tiael asked, sounding hopeful. "We're making repairs to our straps tomorrow and need more thread." Tiael said, sounding rather embarrassed at the notion of not being able to complete a simple task of fetching.

I should eat you where you stand.
Then who would Oil you or scratch that spot just under your chin? Tiael shot back smugly.
Just, play nicely.
Always do. Tiael quipped far from put off by her dragon's less than enthusiastic opinion.
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Mel eyed the girl warily as she grabbed a few of the spools from her arms. Nonetheless she didn't want to be rude and refuse her. She seemed relieved to see her. The candidate listened as she explained how she was glad to see her. “Thanks”, she smiled. “Oh, yeah I have a key, just a minute.” Moving the rest of the spools to her other arm she fished in her pants pocket. Holding it in her hand she turned to open the door.

As she turned she caught a glimpse of some shoulder knots. They marked her guest as a Weyrling. It was a little dark so she couldn't see the color but she still got the overall shape. ”Lucky”, she thought. How amazing it must be to have a dragon. “Well then the heavy duty stuff will be best then. It should hold up to the wear.” Turning sideways Mel bent slightly so she could get the key in the lock. The Journeyman had warned her that the lock on this particular closet tended to be a bit tricky. She jiggled the lock for a bit before she heard that satisfying click. Smiling to herself she turned the knob.

Pushing the door open with her foot she led the way it. It was a simple storage closet, with shelf upon shelf carved out of stone. She reached up and uncovered the glows so she could let a bit of light in. All the thread was organized by color, so it was a literal rainbow of material as she walked in. There was yarn and thread of length and thickness a person would ever need. Checking the spools of thread in her hand she checked the color and thickness. ”Thick yellow, thin blue, normal red, thin green, normal black.” Heading over to a shelf she began to sort the different spools and put them in their right place.

It took a few minutes and occasionally she looked over at her guest to make sure she was all right. She trusted that it wasn't mind boggling to sort thread so she left the Weyrling to her own portion. The spools were arranged by color with thinnest thread first ascending up to the thickest yarn. As she placed the last spool in its place she turned back to the girl. “What color thread do you need for your straps? As you can see we have every one imaginable”, she chuckled.
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Tiael continued to smile, brightening again as the girl mentioned she had a key. Well, she didn't seem too suspicious so that was good. As she commented on the thickness of thread Tiael nodded. "That sounds about right, you've got to make them strong enough to dangle out of in case anything goes wrong, is what we've been told." She said, then chuckled. "Not been at our lessons have you?" She teased a little, perhaps the girl was a Weaver, given her knowledge.

She leaned sideways, watching the girl fiddle with the lock until it clicked. Aha, so maybe she wasn't as useless as she thought. Even with a key this one was trouble. That was heartening at least. Straightening up, she followed the girl into the gloomy room and waited till she'd uncovered the glows.

For a small cupboard, it held an awful lot of stuff.

Peering over the shelves, she let her eyes wander and marvel at all the different colours, some of these threads you only saw on the finest garments she realised. Interesting cupboard.

Clearing her throat, she settled to sorting her own spools as the girl was, finding the order easy to follow and only having to pause every now and then to get the right colour match before she depositted them on the shelves they belonged on.

As she was placing the last spool, she heard the girl speak again and hastily dug through her memory for her current excuse of even being down here. "Um well, we weren't given anything specific to get, or told anything was particularly out of bounds so.....would you have anything with a copper tint? Eisenth will do flips if his harness matches his hide." She chuckled, then gasped and grabbed the girls shoulders peering at her knots. "You're a Candidate?" She asked, growing excited. "I thought....well, nevermind what I thought." Realising she had possibly made things awkward, she stepped back and cleared her throat. "You'll be miles ahead of the Weyrling class when you find your dragon if you can already sew. The more we learn, the more we seem to be sewing. Patching up leathers, making harnesses." She cleared her throat again. "Are you, I mean, do you enjoy being a Candidate?"
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Mel chuckled slightly at the other girl. “I'm afraid not. I've been busy with my own.”

Filling away the thread had been easy enough. With a careful eye Mel examined each shelf and row. Trying to see which shelf would need more of what. She knew that that wasn't her job (hers was to learn) but she didn't see any harm in trying to help. She turned once she hear her guest's voice again. “There might be something like that here. Let me see...” Turning from the girl she walked over to the opposite shelf and knelt down to reach the lowest one. She grabbed a small stool that had been tucked out of the way so that no one would trip over it.

She placed it between the shelf that contained red and yellow. Stepping up, her finger traced her line of sight. She pictured some of the Coppers she had seen from afar. Most of them seemed to have a light shade somewhere upon their body. With that in mind she searched for the right color. In the end she found one. It wasn't really copper per say, more of a medium orange, if slightly veering toward the darker spectrum. She grabbed the thick bundle and stepped down from the stool. She turned to the girl with a small smile on her face. “How does this shade look? Will it please your Eisenth?” Her eyebrows raised as the Copper Weyrling gasped and grabbed her shoulders. She tensed, wondered if something was wrong but then she was asked a question.

“Uh, yes I'm a Candidate.” She relaxed as the girl backed away. ”That was weird”, she thought as she stood there. “If I find my dragon”, she commented. It wasn't that she didn't have confidence in her ability to Impress, she certainly did, she just hadn't wanted to sound cocky. “It's certainly... suspenseful to say the least. I'm sure you remember. Waiting for the Flight, the laying, the Touching, then the Hatching. I enjoy it. I'm getting a chance some people only dream of, though it does get boring at times. How about you? What's it like being a Weyrling having a dragon by your side?”
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