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Shifting Expectations; Tag Misty; Connar & Raisa
Topic Started: Oct 17 2012, 10:20 AM (275 Views)
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With the massive influx of bodies tied to the Sr. Queen’s pending clutching, Raisa had at last been ejected from crčche duty and assigned more suitable work elsewhere. Good, honest labor that the woman had sorely missed. Best of all, she could work alone. With those promises to fuel her eager interest, Raisa had plunged headlong into the exhausting task of shifting an entire supply room’s contents to another closet space at the far end of that long hall. Tunnel snakes were purportedly terrorizing the first room, and the crates needed to be moved in order for the pests to be exterminated properly. She’d started off strong, with a few drudges to assist her with the bulkier objects cluttering the closet. But one by one, the laborers peeled off or absconded with for some other task, leaving the Candidate well worn out by the time mid-day swung about.

But there were boxes and crates left to be moved, and she was loath to leave a chore unfinished for even so long as it’d take to re-gather helping hands for the arduous work ahead. That signaled incompetence, and Raisa’s assessment of this place and its people made THAT a solid not-option. Given the choice between doubling over or leaning heavily while she caught her breath, the woman chose the sturdiest looking box she could, sitting heavily and wiping away the sweat that was stinging her eyes. Going to show those fardling idiots. Just as soon as her legs stopped threatening to give way beneath an ounce of pressure.

Her break ended much sooner than her aching muscles would have liked, but stalling only made thinking back on the slights she’d endured at the hands of others easier, which curdled her mood faster than a starving fire-lizard could snap up meat. Now scowling once again, she bent to gather a bulging sack of tubers in her arms, grunting as she staggered out into the hall with a clumsy gait that threatened collision with something – anything that happened to cross her path.
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Connar's day had gone as normal as any other without lessons. Though after the mid day meal time break he'd been sent with a couple others to get stock for the infirmary from one of the additional stores in the lower caverns. He'd only just exited the room, and having decided to get back to the infirmary through the bowl, extra walking but the fresh air would do him good and let the sack of Yarrow get a bit as well.

As he came to the 'T' junction in the halls something smashed into him. Managing to get himself into the wall to avoid falling. Startled at the fact he was suddenly surrounded by tubers. Frowning he put down his sack and started to pick up the spilled contents, not yet noting that it was Raisa that had smashed into him.
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Preoccupied with the increasingly difficult task of keeping the dead weight on her hands from shifting and slipping from her tentative grasp, Raisa did not see the body coming from the other direction until it was too late. With a strangled cry, the Candidate reeled as her crate busted and tubers spilled everywhere. The stunning force of her would-be delivery as it fetched up painfully against her ribs, driven by Connar’s in-motion bulk, had the woman losing her foot and landing heavily on her arse. Groaning wordlessly for a moment as she tenderly probed what would develop into handsome bruises, the stout woman hesitantly cracked open one eye to survey the damage.

She firmly regretted that decision, as her flagging energy and determination failed at the sight of so many smashed, inedible smears that were once tubers. “This MESS!” With that aggrieved cry, Raisa began indiscriminately scooping up as many of the vegetables as she could, tossing them into the splintered carcass of her crate before registering another set of arms contributing to the clean-up effort. Oh she had crashed into someone, how could she have forgotten? Breathless and red-faced, Raisa took her first real look at her unintended victim, seizing up almost instantly with a hiss.

Oh it would be him, wouldn’t it? “I can handle this myself.” Her voice sounded unnaturally tense to Raisa, drawn as taut as a bow string as the Candidate attempted to brusquely ward off any further attempts at assistance. Her wounded pride demanded as such; she didn’t want Connar’s help, she didn’t want to see him at all. Now he’d have an additional count of clumsiness to fault her for – way to go, Raisa. Keeping her gaze fixed down at what would cost her at least a candlemark of labor, she suppressed a quiet moan and tried her best to cover up the crestfallen look on her face.
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His eyes met hers at her hiss and he grimaced and shifted his feet slightly as if to protect his boots. He'd hardly forgotten their encounter but it didn't stop him from continuing to gather the tubers. Connar had known he'd been cruel to her after her 'attack' but he had brought her boots back to her room when she'd left them. Scowling as she tried to take over from him.

"Calm down, don't just brush my help off." He said gruffly. Gathering up more of the fallen food. Glancing up at the girl. Depending what happened in the hatching he had no clue how often he'd end up seeing the woman around. May as well attempt to mend the burnt bridge right? They potentially would be allies against thread. Now he just hoped he'd manage not to much his apology up. "About what I said before...I'm really sorry. I was really harsh on you, but you were trying to sna-" He stopped himself and rubbed the back of his neck "I'm just sorry." He kicked himself mentally at how horrible it was, now he only hoped it came off sincere, mistakes and all.
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The woman stopped what she was doing just long enough to fix Connar with an icy glare. So now he supposed it was all right to tell her what she should be doing? Raisa picked up the pace, her face coloring as Connar slowed to feel out the words for the apology she didn’t want. No. Stop. She didn’t want to hear it. She was practically slamming the vegetables into the crate by the time he got around to lame and unimpressive end to the apology she’d been working to drown out with the distracting thunk, thunk of tubers hitting the bottom of the broken crate.

“You’re sorry, are you?” The heat in her voice was unmistakable, and the bruised tuber still clutched in one meaty hand was being systematically crushed as her fist contracted around it. “Well then I guess I’d better forgive you, so your conscience is clean.” It would be an absolute shame if Connar felt like wherry shaffit after saying those ugly things, why ever should Raisa hold a grudge?

She was feeling just uncomfortable enough to be tempted; tempted to tell him to shove off, soak his head, and find that short weyrledge to talk a long walk off. Her jaw worked furiously as she glared at the sad specimens they had collectively recovered, now piled inside the crate once more, before meeting Connar’s eyes.

“No.” Looking visibly upset, Raisa chucked her now pulped tuber in with the others and clumsily gained her footing, struggling to hoist the crate once more. She didn’t want to deal with this.
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He stared in slight, unmasked, horror at the poor tuber she was 'killing'. Wincing at the idea of his lovely danglies in place of the poor vegetable. Pretty sure that it was something Raisa would have more than happily done to them after all he'd said. Shifting awkwardly at the painful thought. He'd not realized he'd frozen in his gatherings. Staring at her and feeling worse and worse as time went on.

As she started to get up he sighed. Raising he grabbed his sack of Yarrow and putting the tubers he'd gathered before carefully trying to take the crate for her. "Just hear me out...I suck with words, which is pretty clear. I understand if you can't forgive me and if you don't want to forgive me, but it doesn't change the fact I am sorry. I was upset and it was a low, demeaning blow that you didn't really deserve. If I can make it up to you...I'll do my best to do so. Just let me try...please."
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“That’s for sure.” Rudely interrupting Connar halfway through his admissions, Raisa shot him a surly look before she realizd that the man was trying to (helpfully) hoist her crate. “Let go!” She had warned him, several times, off helping her. His dogged persistence bordered on harassment now, and Raisa was in no mood to diplomatically work through these mis-communications. Yanking at the fractured remains of the crate they dubiously shared, Raisa dislodged a few mushy tubers that splatted as they hit the ground once more.

“Shaffit!” With her composure steadily fracturing, it took a moment to wrestle her violent predilections back under control before she could answer Connar through clenched teeth, intensely bearing down on the other Candidate. “You’re doing a piss-poor job of making yourself look sorry right now.” Under what definition of the word ‘sorry’ did pestering her fall?

With another forceful tug she reclaimed her crate; balancing the unwieldy thing on her hip, she took a few shambling steps down the hall before coming to an abrupt halt, staring down at the wasted remains of so many vegetables as Raisa fought conflicting feelings. Making her mind up at last, the Candidate pivoted slowly to throw another, wary glance over her shoulder. “What if I say no?” What if there wasn’t anything Connar could do to make this right, what was he going to do then? Her tone of voice certainly suggested he was well up the river without a paddle to his name, but certainly she never would have stopped if he didn’t have a chance at redeeming himself. A gambler’s chance in Bitra, but…

She just couldn’t leave it well enough alone, could she?

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He raised his hands as she took back the crate and sighed. He was horrible at this. Shifting his sack as he watched her walk off, about to turn himself when she looked back. Looking at the tubers left on the floor he knocked one with his boot before looking back up at her. "Then I swear no matter our issues I'll still have your back when needed." Of course he left out the idea that it would mainly be a valid promise if he impressed. He'd be leaving if he hit maximum age, try and find himself a new livelihood.

He nodded at her, looking serious. If they were both riders he'd make sure that he'd be able to have her back if she needed it.
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