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Broken Masks; Tag: Gwen/Kolly
Topic Started: Sep 9 2014, 07:27 PM (525 Views)
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Bitsa felt mortified and her face had turned as red as a redfruit. She had just burst out like that to a complete stranger and she wouldn't blame Gwen in the least to think she had lost her mind. Discomfort, disgust, and even some running in terror was what Bitsa expected. Not that gentle and concerned tone she was hearing. Was the girl even human? In the short time since she stumbled into the room, Gwen had gone against everything Bitsa had expected of people in general. Z'ahp had shown her that there was still some innocence left in Pern, genuine kind people but what were the odds she'd find ANOTHER one already? It had to be some kind of miracle or a fluke. She still wasn't even sure the whole thing wasn't some elaborate trap.

Shoo was still eyeing Gwen too. He was radiating distrust of the girl and let out a quiet growl when she got closer to his Bitsa. It took a soft tap on his little head from one of Bitsa's fingers to make him stop glaring. There was still fear rolling inside of her but it was tempered by something new. He wasn't sure what it was yet but it felt...good. The blue huffed and stopped his glaring to look to Honeybunch again. Such a pretty thing, the owner couldn't be THAT bad, right? He crooned at the green but wasn't about to leave Bitsa's shoulder yet.

"I...kind of earned it. I wasn't very nice to people." Bitsa admitted surprising herself. Normally she'd have done anything but take the blame. Though 'wasn't very nice' was a huge understatement. Really looking back on it she had been horrible to those around her. Using them and manipulating them to her hearts content without thinking of how it effected them. There was a voice inside kept saying it wasn't really her fault, it was all she had known. How she had learned to deal with people to get what you wanted and survive. But that was only part of the truth and a coward's excuse.

She hadn't realized she was still clenching the clothe in her lap until Gwen pointed it out again. A rush of gratefulness at the change of subject washed over her and she managed a twitch of the corners of her lips.

"This? Hmm...probably. Depends. Do you have any skill in sewing already? I had to work my way up to embroidering when I was little. My specialty is ivy and flower designs." She liked this subject. Something she was good at and proud of. A skill she could honestly brag about without talking out of her tailfork. Bitsa lifted her free hand to show some faint scars on her fingertips from where she had pricked her fingers with the needle. "I learned without a thimble too. Mother used to say it was better that way. Kept you from making the same mistake more than once."

Bitsa visibly winced mentioning her mother. It still hurt deeply that her parents had dumped her at Vaioa like they had. Didn't mean she didn't miss them terribly. Especially her mother. The woman had been everything to her when she was little, before things got so bad. They hadn't even written her since she had been living at the Weyr.

"If you want a better example than this you should open that crate next to you." For now she'd pretend it didn't bother her. No point getting depressing again. She pointed to a little crate near the barrel that Gwen was sitting on. Inside was more clothe that Bitsa had found and stored. On top of a lot of blank sheets was a simple blue clothe made like a scarf. Along its edges were a bright gold colored ivy that twisted and curled on the soft fabric. Little leaves could be seen on the ivy too, colored a vibrant green. That had taken her FOREVER to find. Such brilliant colors were far from easy to get your hands on if you weren't a professional Weaver or Tailor. "The fabric is really soft so it was a little hard to get such a detailed embroidery on it but I managed."

She didn't recognize the modest pride in her voice. It was so different from her usual bold, false overconfidence. But she liked it. It sounded...like herself
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Gwen winced as well at the mention of sewing without a thimble. If her mother had tried to make her learn that way she probably wouldn't even have a thumb. "I know enough to mend tears in my clothing and such," she admitted, looking sheepish. "But since I've been busy with Eamith I've kind of lost whatever finesse I might have had."

At Bitsa's direction Gwen slid from her perch and went to the crate, carefully prying it open and letting loose a soft exhalation of wonder. "Oh! Bitsa, this is beautiful!" She removed the long piece of cloth with delicate fingers, holding it close to her face so that she could get a better look at the winding, twisting design. "You could do this for a living, I bet! You've got a real talent!"

She didn't really know anything about quality of cloth or thread, but the soft texture and the brilliant colors were still stunning. Gwen looked up at her new friend from where she knelt on the floor, eyes shining with excitement. "Have you ever thought about the weaver hall? I bet they'd love to have you!"

Gwen had never been good at this sort of thing, really. It had been a source of relief to the entire family when she'd decided to apprentice into the glasscraft, because even though that required molten hot glass it didn't involve needles. Her family had written since she'd Impressed, and while they were upset that she'd been forced to leave her craft, they seemed pleased enough that she'd Impressed a brown. Auntie Heliodor had been very sweet about the whole thing, really, considering that she was terrified of dragons.

"I could never do something like this," she said, though it didn't sound pouty or self conscious, just impressed.
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"At least you know that much. Seems most around here barely know what to do with the needle and thread much less patch a hole." Bitsa said thinking of all the times she had seen people walking about with clothes filled with tears, holes, and singes. It baffled why anyone, especially people with dragons who are supposed to be more 'esteemed', would wear such tattered things. There were tailors and leather craftsman around for Faranth's sake. At the very least they could just buy new clothes when the old ones got useless. Bitsa didn't understand but she was also forgetting that most of those with worn and torn clothing probably were so because they didn't have the marks to repair or buy new clothes. "You don't always need finesse for mending. Just the basic knowledge of how to sew it so it doesn't come undone."

She watched as Gwen did as she asked and looked in the crate. Her body was tense as she waited for the reaction and by the stars she was surprised! Was it really that good? Bitsa never dared show people her work for fear that their criticism and ridicule would tear down the last bit of pride she had left in herself. The idea had crossed her mind to do her work for a living but the latter concern always stopped her. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she managed a genuine smile of gratitude at the praise.

"Thank you. I wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic reaction." If this was what it was like to be open with someone and relax then it wasn't so bad. Almost enjoyable. Though a bit nerve wracking. "The weaver hall...Yes I've thought of it. Don't think its for me though." Despite her attempts to change her attitude she still had trouble with authority figures. It wore on her nerves still to have someone lord over her or tell her what to do. Something that would probably never change.

For a moment she was distracted by Shoo making a soft whistling sound at Gwen's green flit. He was trying to get her attention and kept flicking his wings open and closed while on her shoulder. Gently brushing the side of her head each time. Giving him a glare of annoyance the blue got the hint and took off to perch once again on a nearby barrel. Bitsa's focus returned to Gwen hearing her last comment. How did she respond to such words? They sounded impressed! Her usual route in such moments would be to build on that and brag to her hearts content. Could she do that now? Or would that be in poor taste. Bragging didn't seem the right course, though it pained the part of her that clung to her old mindset, so she smirked and spoke carefully.

"Never know till you try. Or at least that's what I've heard. But then again we all do have our own strengths. Such as, I doubt I'd ever be able to be a dragonrider. Your lives are far too dangerous for my tastes." Fighting thread, getting scored, dealing with bandits....or was that for whers? Either way it wasn't something she'd willingly throw herself into.
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Seeing as Bitsa hadn't actively told her not to, Gwen continued to rifle around in the crate, cooing over a few select bits of fabric and stashes of thread. She'd always considered herself a fashionable young woman, but it was rather difficult to be anything approaching the leading edge of what was 'fashionable' when you had to care for a dragon, and most days she was lucky if her knowledge on the subject could be deemed passable.

Enthusiastic reactions were par for the course with Gwen, really. She hadn't felt that her conversation with Bitsa had been anything out of the norm for her, but Eamith did spend a lot of time trying to make her understand that she was perhaps too ecstatic to talk to people. Whatever. She'd raised the brown from the shell and knew everything about him - an expert on humanity and its quirks he was not.

A particularly pretty scrap of pale pink caught her attention. She fished it out of the crate, sighing sweetly over it. As she'd said previously, Gwen lacked the talent or skill to do anything truly impressive with fabric, let alone make clothes, but sometimes she dearly wished that she did. Again, being a dragonrider was not conducive to finding outside hobbies.

Seeing such pretty things set off a dull pang in her chest, her mind drawn back to her old forge and her trinket box full of things that her auntie had made for her. What would Bitsa think of all those things, she wondered.

"I suppose it's dangerous," she said gently, fingers smoothing over the fabric she still held in her hands. "It's never something that I thought I'd ever do." A thoughtful look drifted over her face, soft and far away. She seemed to shake it off, though, going back to smiling down at the pink scrap in her lap. "It wasn't actually something that I picked! Eamith picked me, you know."

"Sometimes dragons do that. They don't find someone that they want down on the sands, so they pick someone who's just there to watch." Gwen said, her eyes flicking up to look at Bitsa. "It was a pretty big surprise."
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Bitsa did wince slightly when Gwen continued to dig into the crate but didn't bother stopping her. After the surprising compliments of the scarf she was curious about what the rider would say about other things. But most of what else was in the crate was scraps that weren't used yet. The materials by themselves though were still marvelous. Somehow it didn't surprise her in the least that Gwen came across the pink piece of clothe and took a liking to it. From Bitsa's impression of the girl so far, it suited her.

"I have a hard time believing its something anyone would think to do. But then again I've heard plenty of stories about candidates willingly becoming so." Her tone suggested that the very idea truly baffled her. To her they were either incredibly stupid and foolish or, she grudgingly admitted, far braver than she'd ever be. Bitsa's attention was piqued as Gwen talked about her dragon picking her. Despite her misgivings about the dangers of being a dragonrider she was fascinated by the whole 'Impression' thing. The one few hatchings she managed to watch while at Vaioa had been surprisingly amazing events. (Though at the time she had been so full of herself that she criticized almost every second of it instead of enjoying it.)

"I've seen that before. I admit when I witnessed it I didn't really appreciate what was happening. But as I understand, a dragon choosing someone who isn't a candidate is extremely rare. Isn't it? How did you react to it?" Bitsa asked with sincere curiosity. "I mean...well you said it was a surprise. But weren't you, say, afraid? If you weren't a candidate already didn't Impressing a dragon kind of change what you did want to do?"

Realizing that she was babbling questions at the poor girl and actually sounding somewhat excited she flushed and cleared her throat. What had gotten into her? She was fascinated by the experience sure but not THAT much.

'Liar. You've been interested. Just too stubborn to admit it.'

"Sorry. I don't mean to pry. That's all probably too personal." Clearing her throat again she glanced at the fabric Gwen still held. "You know...that's just the right size for a handkerchief. Would look lovely with some gold embroidery. Or white if one preferred."

'Ooo. Good job. Changed the subject like a pro.' Shut up. Wait...did she just tell her own thoughts to shut up? Great. She really was going insane.
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That was a lot of questions coming out of the previously reluctant woman, and Gwen giggled a little, surprised and pleased in equal measure. "It's rare, I guess. It's happened a time or two within the past few turns so it's not unheard of, though." Her head tilted to the side as she thought over how to answer the rest of the queries, cheeks puffing slightly as her thoughts solidified.

"I wasn't afraid, exactly? It was hard to feel anything except how much Eamith loved me." Gwen held her hands out before her, spreading them apart as wide as her arms would let her stretch. "It was like someone had opened a door inside my head and Eamith just walked in. The first few moments were a rush of all sorts of things, and it was very confusing, yes, but not scary! All I could think about was my dragon, and all he could think about was food."

She laughed, remembering the way the little brown had more or less dragged her across the sands towards the waiting buckets of baby food, her cheeks streaked with tears and gritty with sand. "But yes, eventually the rest of my life caught up with me. Everything I'd been doing I had to stop, and that was hard and ... upsetting," Gwen admitted, shoulders folding forward a little as she slumped.

"I was a journeywoman glasscrafter," she said like she was reminiscing, eyes not really looking at Bitsa so much as through her, daydream-hazy. "One day I was in my forge, adding the finishing details to a sculpture of a firelizard, and the next I was in the weyrling barracks, confused and lost but very much in love."

"Dragonriding is just as much about love as it is about fighting thread," Gwen sighed. "At least, I think so."

As if realizing just how much she'd been talking, her cheeks flushed once more, and she shot Bitsa an apologetic smile. Her attention was drawn back to the cloth she was holding in her lap, and she pulled it closer to her face, trying to imagine it with some of the delicate borders Bitsa had been working.

"That'd be pretty," she nodded, trying to imagine how it would look with gold thread versus white. "I remember some of the holder women would have their names or initials embroidered on their handkerchiefs. Something like that would just get so messy here, though!"
♥ Marble Wingleader Bryn & Garnet Izaxth ♥ Shale Wingrider A'yar & Copper Sith ♥ Ruby Class Weyrlings Ayanna & Copper Acosezeth ♥ Sandstone Wingrider Gwen & Brown Eamith ♥ Dragonhealer/Amber Wingrider T'ian & Blue Kyzzith ♥ Shale Wingrider H'ic & Green Cearth ♥Marble Wingrider L'aal & Graphite Aelith ♥ Steel Squad Tosst & Grey Tosk ♥ Brass Squad Heliodor & Green HeskAilwyn, dragon candidate ♥ Black Weyrling B'wen & Black Tristonth

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Bitsa listened carefully to how Gwen explained her experience Impressing Eamith. She made it sound so...beautiful. Why hadn't she bothered to ask Z'ahp about this before? Just thinking of his name made her internally wince painfully. Because she was too busy trying to suck him dry of all that innocence he seemed to radiate. Gwen mentioned having to stop things she used to do and that got Bitsa's attention back. That was something she did hear often from rumors. How many Riders used to be part of some craft or another and happened to be pretty good at it too. Then they Impressed and all that talent 'went to waste' from how some Holder would say.

"A Glasscrafter...I'm impressed. She really was despite how it surprised her. Gwen didn't strike her as someone with such a delicate talent. She'd seen the little glass sculptures made by other glasscrafters before and had always admired how dazzling and fragile they were. That's what she got for making assumptions of people. Wait, did she just say 'in love'? Was she talking about her dragon? Bitsa continued to just listen but suddenly felt rather confused. Pushing that aside she went with the change of subject. Trying her best not to let her mind linger on how adorable the other girl looked when she blushed and smiled. The random thoughts kept popping into her head without warning making Bitsa squirm.

'But seriously, she's cuter than a newborn puppy! You just wanna grab her and hug her and-' She clamped down on the line of thought as hard as possible. It was completely unnecessary. They were having a good and normal conversation about interests. Why did her brain have to keep doing that?

"True. It would be hard to keep something like that clean in this place. Considering its one giant dirt bowl." She said with slight irritation in her tone. In the beginning she had tried her darndest to keep things as spotless as possible but failed miserably. The desert just wasn't made for cleanliness. "I know some ladies would keep handkerchiefs to give to someone special. Plenty of young men would go around with a ladies handkerchief in their pockets or some would tie them around their wrists." Bitsa said in a somewhat lighter tone then added, "Have anyone you'd want to give one to?"

What had she asked that? It was none of her business.

'You just want to see if there's any competition. Smart move.'

Faranth, NO! She just met her! And she had no interest in such a thing whatsoever!

'Yeah. You just keep telling yourself that.'

Why was she arguing with herself again? She really did need to start being social again before she became some crazy hermit that talked to herself all the time.

"I-I mean...If you wanted I could make you one? It wouldn't be much trouble. Gives me something to do in my free time."
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Husband had finally decided that he was done cowering, and poked his head out of Gwen's hair with an excitable peep. He scurried down her shoulder and arm before she really thought to stop him, and rolled down her forearm so that he toppled into the cloth she was holding her lap. He grabbed a corner of it in his mouth and made to take off with it, but Honeybunch had moved quickly to block his mischievous exit. Honestly! Such a crafty little lizard. She distracted him with a gentle headbutt and a buffet of her wings, and Gwen was able to retrieve the scrap before it disappeared.

"It's been a long time since I've even looked at a forge," she sighed. "The tools would probably feel strange in my hands by now."

Bitsa's seemingly innocent question brought an all new level of flush to her face, her cheeks blooming with bright red. Did she have someone she'd want to give a handkerchief to? Immediately, her mind flitted to V'ash, with his goggles perched on his head and his scarf wound around his neck. He'd surely accept a 'kerchief from her, but he had enough accessories as it was. She thought about the darling kitchens girl who had the most amazing dimples, and that one grayrider in her wing that always wore his shirts open in a rather dashing fashion. Briefly she thought of K'noa, but figured that he'd self-immolate before he accepted any kind of flirtation from her, no matter how well-intentioned and innocent.

"I suppose that I do," Gwen mused, "But I'd need quite a few handkerchiefs to make sure that everyone got one."

She got her face back under control and distracted herself momentarily with wrangling Husband back away from an increasingly irritated Honeybunch. But just as quickly all her attention was back on Bitsa once more, mouth popped open in an 'o' of surprise, eyes wide and vaguely shiny.

"That's so sweet of you! You don't have to do that if you don't want to, but I'm certainly not going to say no!" She laughed some, taken by surprise but quite happy about it. "But shouldn't you be sewing handkerchiefs for your sweethearts? You're a pretty woman, I'm sure you have at least one!"
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Shoo watched Husband as he finally reemerged and was ready to do a flying pounce when he seemed to make for the clothe. Not on his watch! No stealing! But he didn't get the chance. Honeybunch took care of that. Course that meant the green wasn't paying attention to him. He didn't like that at all. Puffing himself up he started flashing his wings again to get her attention. There wasn't quite enough light to make his markings as dazzling as they usually were but he was trying. He'd have the green's attentions if he had to sprain a wing to do it!

"Hmmm...true. Before coming to Vaioa I hadn't sewn in a while. Got back into it after ending up here and I did fumble a bit at first." Bitsa said remembering how irritated she had been for letting her one good skill go unused for so long. "But I kept at it and got back up to speed."

She watched Gwen's face after she asked about the handkerchief and became very curious as to why it had made her blush. Only thing she could think of was that Gwen did indeed have someone in mind and being asked so bluntly about it flustered her. Way to go Bitsa. Embarrass the poor girl why don't you? Just as she was about to apologize she instead slightly gaped at the girl. 'make sure everyone got one'...? Was she serious? This seemingly giggly and innocent woman had more than one 'special someone'? How did that work?

Those thoughts got scattered to the wind when she saw the surprised look on Gwen's face at her offer to make her a handkerchief. The expression was actually incredibly endearing and Bitsa found herself smiling in response.

"Ah, but I do want to. To thank you for your company at the very least." Bitsa let herself enjoy how pretty Gwen looks when she smiled and laughed in that moment. It was pleasant to make someone so genuinely happy. The moment didn't last though when the rider turned Bitsa's previous question on her. Bitsa's smile faded and she lowered her gaze to the floor.

'No. No I will not start crying like a fool in front of her. It was an innocent question. Perfectly natural with the topic at hand. Don't get emotional.' She took a deep breath and tried to put on a smile but it wavered and her voice slightly cracked.

"I'm afraid I have no one. Not anymore." Bitsa cleared her throat and shook her head. "But that's not important. So what sort of hanky would you like hmm? That pink clothe there? Or another color?" Her voice was still shaky and her smile was pitifully weak. She didn't like bringing up Z'ahp in any shape or form still. Even in passing mention. The whole 'relationship' had been a complete sham to begin with but she still ended up hurting over it. He hadn't deserved her using him like that, she had fully intended to just suck him dry then leave him in the dust. Despite how badly it had ended, she was actually grateful for it happening. Including the parts with R'jin in it. Maybe one day she'd actually find him again to apologize...Maybe. That 'tart' comment still kind of stung.
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"You don't have to do anything special to have my company," Gwen chuckled. "But that's still very sweet of you."

She was just about to pull herself up off of the floor in order to return to her barrel perch when she noticed Bitsa's expression faltering. The waver in the woman's voice in her next statement was equally worrying, but from the way she quickly moved to change the subject it seemed like she wasn't ready to talk about it. Not with a relative stranger like Gwen, at least!

Ah, well. Everyone had their troubles. Maybe one day Bitsa would feel comfortable enough to tell her about it.

You assume that you will be friends for that long after this encounter? Eamith butted in, startling her. He'd been quiet for so long that she had assumed he'd gone off to have a nap. Well, I don't see why not! I think having someone to talk to would do her some good, and I like talking to her, so it works out pretty well!

Eamith withdrew, leaving a faint sense of judgement behind him.

She did get up after all, dusting off the seat of her pants and arranging herself on her barrel once more. Once she tired of corralling her little brother Honeybunch retired to her customary perch on the woman's shoulder, eying Shoo with some interest. It wasn't every day she got paraded for! Gwen ran a fond hand down the green's back, careful of her wings.

"Well, you'll find someone one day, if you want to." She said mildly enough, her only input on the subject before she allowed herself to be thoroughly distracted by hanky color options.

"I like pastel colors," Gwen confessed, "Though my auntie always said that they wash me out. But this pink is very nice. If you weren't planning on using it for anything else...?"
♥ Marble Wingleader Bryn & Garnet Izaxth ♥ Shale Wingrider A'yar & Copper Sith ♥ Ruby Class Weyrlings Ayanna & Copper Acosezeth ♥ Sandstone Wingrider Gwen & Brown Eamith ♥ Dragonhealer/Amber Wingrider T'ian & Blue Kyzzith ♥ Shale Wingrider H'ic & Green Cearth ♥Marble Wingrider L'aal & Graphite Aelith ♥ Steel Squad Tosst & Grey Tosk ♥ Brass Squad Heliodor & Green HeskAilwyn, dragon candidate ♥ Black Weyrling B'wen & Black Tristonth

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