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Knots [Wil//Chaos and Open]
Topic Started: Nov 23 2014, 03:18 PM (598 Views)
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Interesting. Manicured nails picked apart threads that seemed only to apt to tangle, teasing them until they spoke to her appeals and split apart. Each found itself wound separately and pieced together by color. She wasn't so consumed with the task that the comings and goings went by without her notice, but she seldom bothered actually look up. Honestly she didn't particularly need to. There was a certain practice to the turn of her glance that picked up more than she needed to glean consequence from those that passed through. Business as usual.

Once they'd been parted from each other, one was tucked neatly away in a satchel at her feet while the other neatened beneath her fingertips. She had pulled out needles from somewhere and they clicked together with so many teeth. A soft song came to accompany it once she really got moving, though it seemed just enough out of tune that a harper might deign to comment. Not that it would bother her so much, since she'd probably just roll her eyes.

It had only been a couple days since her Search really and she hadn't quite gotten settled in yet. The military lifestyle that they led wasn't something she was particularly interested in so much as she'd been surprised by the possibilities. Her lips pressed together in thought, a sense of annoyance pinching her brow as she snagged her needles unnecessarily. Why had she accepted the search? The needles paused in their work while she considered it and then she sighed softly.

That really was the question. Perhaps it was a sense of romanticism in her, somewhere down deep that turned her eyes from her Journeying. It certainly wasn't the food. Her lips pursed unhappily at the thought. One would've thought dragonriders could manage a proper cup of klah. She shuddered at the very idea of what they had likened to klah, the weakened cups of drivel. Ugh. Her face scrunched unpleasantly.
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Why exactly did he have to move again? How was it any different if he was a candidate in his own bed than if he was a candidate in a new bed under the Weyr roof? He could be summoned just as quickly from the forge and only take a moment more to arrive that sitting around on his backside in the barracks! But no, he had to stay in the barracks, had to put his work on hold, all because some flighty green said she liked him. What that damned dragon had seen in him, that every other dragon hadn't, he wouldn't ever know. But the great beast had been quite insistent that he Stand, even going so far as to block his path with her large head when he attempted to continue on his way with a polite refusal.

That had been harrowing, realizing that the creature was large enough to take off a limb in a single bite. They always seemed so small up on their ledge compared to the bulky bronzes that barely fit up there. He'd agreed to the Search finally, the slight glint of razor sharp teeth shaking the stubbornness right out of him. He'd Stand if it meant he kept all his parts attached! If he'd realized that would have involved so much change, he might have taken his chances at running from the moss colored shebeast!

So here he was, napsack full of every scrap of worldly possession he owned, standing in a central room and wondering what exactly he was doing. Where was he supposed to be going? He had expected a big room with a bunch of beds, but this seemed to be more of a common cavern between two wings. And there were females. He'd been so used to the life of a smith, a life predominantly male, that he hadn't even considered that a Weyr might have coed barracks. The wings must lead to the actual barracks, but which side was he assigned? Was he assigned a bed? Was he supposed to just pick one?

Shrugging his napsack higher on his broad shoulders, he picked a side at random, heading for the hall on the right. Either this was the correct hall, or it wasn't. Only way to find out was to check. The handful of youngsters that were scattered about the cavern didn't look like they would be of much help, and the pretty little thing working on some sort of weavers work looked so wrapped up in her strings as not to notice if the room were on fire. Though he had to admit, since she was so distracted, he wasn't above taking a second look. Wasn't often you saw such a pretty creature that wasn't all primpt and powdered. The ink stains on her slim hands only added to the odd air of beauty.
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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
Life had done an extreme one-eighty; a fact Amarisha found she couldn't be happier about. She sat on the edge of her bunk in her new home, simply appreciating the fortune which had been tossed her way. How she had gone from a simple, dreary life of maid-hood to Dragon Candidate, she could not rightly say. But she would not argue! No, she would for once do as her mother had always bade she do: take what she could get!

As she sat and pondered her luck, Amarisha finally realized that her decision to run away from home had been the right choice. Though her mother had never loved her and she really had nothing to live for back at Bitra, she could not seem to properly dodge the feelings of regret and doubt. Had she made the right choice? Before this moment, she had been unsure. But now she realized fate had had great plans in store for her all along. Running away had been one of many steps she had been meant to take. Now, she could bask in the present with confidence.

Mother was likely glad to be rid of her, anyway.

With a start, she came out of her thoughts and stood. She did not have much free time left, and she wanted to get to know her new peers!

Before departing, she ran a brush through her long, blond hair to look more presentable. Then, pleased with her appearance, she headed for the common-area.

People were coming and going. She waved and smiled at any who looked her way, but none seemed willing to stop. Perhaps this was a bad time? With a sigh, she nearly turned back to her room, but paused when she noticed a woman sewing something.

“Hey!” she called and sauntered over to the stranger. “Oh! I know you! I mean, I know of you. We both were assigned Infirmary duties and I've seen you around.” The friendly blond seemed oblivious to the possibility that the woman might want some peace and quiet to finish her work. “What's your name? I'm Amarisha! You don't have to call me that, though. I go by Ama, Amri, Rish... pretty much anything! Oh, what's that your making? Looks lovely! You seem really skilled. Did your mom teach you or something? My mom never passed along any skills to me. You should count yourself lucky!”

Taking a much-needed breath, Amarisha looked up and noticed a broad-shouldered man glancing their way. “Oh-my-Faranth! Look at that handsome stud! I think he is looking at you! He is! Oh man, you should totally call him over!”
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It wasn't difficult for her to do two things at once, really, but she found herself pausing as Amarisha spoke if only because she did so at such a speed that Charlynna couldn't quite follow. Comparatively, she tended to appreciate a more measured approach to just about everything, speech included, so that it took her longer than she would've liked to sort out what was being said.

"A pleasure. Charlynna." Though her preference lay in Char, she always felt it most proper to introduce herself by her full, given name. Had her mother meant her to be called anything else, she would've named her such. She chewed for a moment on the inside of her cheek, considering if she should offer a hand in greeting, but Amarisha continued on at such a pace that she thought better of it.

Instead she glanced down at her knitting and ignored the derisive snort that bid release at the idea that her mother had taught her. No, her mother was a fine woman - but this sort of work wasn't to her taste. In fact, if it wasn't a fishing net or a pair of trousers needing mended, she was quite certain her mother would have little idea how to approach it. Not that she hadn't tried to teach her to knit, it just wasn't something that sat well with the older woman. She prefered to do and fiercely.

"I'm a journeywoman weaver, or well, I suppose I was." How did she refer to her craft now that she was a candidate. "So I've had some practice." The comment on their lurking friend did bring with it an arched brow.

"Are you quite sure he's not looking at you?" The other girl's startling blonde hair and bright eyes really were something to look at, assuming you got passed the manner in which she spoke. She gave a soft pat to the couch she'd settled herself on, inviting Amarisha to sit while she gave the stranger a more thorough appraisal. Mostly the fact that he was headed for the girls barracks.

"You'll start a riot if you go in there you know." Her voice had raised just an octave so that it travelled neatly to Wilyum. A needle made neat extension of her arm, directing him towards the opposite side where the males were housed. "Boys are over there."
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And then there were two. And this one wasn't at all hard on the eyes either. Maybe moving here wasn't so bad after all. Not if all the females were this good looking. But, the question was, were they allowed to enjoy themselves? The next clutch hasn't even been conceived yet, and who knew how long dragons carried their eggs for, our how long they would sit on the sands. For all he knew, it could be a full turn before anything happened. And he was quite certain he wouldn't last that long celibate. He might wither away and die. Or simply explode like so much wet firestone.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, he almost missed the musical note of the weavers voice. Pausing, he glanced over his shoulder at the duo, a smirk pulling at his lips at her words. Glancing back to the forbidden hallway, he turned away, that lopsided smirk still tugging at his lips. "Thanks. Probably shouldn't start any riots on my first day" He offered her a smirk, as if it wouldn't be a bad thing to start said riot, just not today. He was, however, extremely grateful to the weaver for keeping him from making the mistake.
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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
“Wow!” Amarisha gasped as she sat down next to Charlynna. “A journeywoman! I’m impressed! Very few folk our age can claim such a title!” She jabbed the other’s arm with her elbow playfully. “If you ever need a body to practice your work on, I’d gladly lend my frame! I could take payment in new clothes, even! Faranth knows I sure could use some new stuff!”

Then, her eyes wandered back to the man as Charlynna corrected his current course. “Don’t sweat it!” she called to the stranger, offering what comfort she could while smirking back at him. “I, for one, wouldn’t object in riot! You can stop by my room anytime!” Were there rules against such things? She didn’t know and she didn’t care! “That goes for you too, girl!” Amarisha added with another playful jab at Charlynna’s arm.

She then waved the man over, fearful he might disappear forever into the boys side of the barracks. “Hey, what’s your name? You are new, too? I just got here the other day myself! Do you need us to show you around at all?” Without thinking, she volunteered herself and Charlynna for the job. Surely she would rather get up and move than continue to sit on the couch, right?
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She would probably have a bruise there by the time Amarisha was done with her, a sort of sullen half thought passed through her mind and was just as quickly dispatched. There was, after all, a certain catchiness to her enthusiasm, even if Charlynna hadn't quite figure out what on Pern she was so excited about. That likely came from a life that had decidely not been in the Weyr prior to candidacy, of that much she thought she could be sure. Then again, perhaps she was just one of those people, the kind that was cheery when it rained and talked about shades of grass and how it was always greener.

"Good choice." The weaver nodded, appreciative at least of the smirk if not of the attitude behind it. Unlike Amarisha who seemed wholly for the idea of a riot, Charlynna couldn't think of a single thing that might come of it that was positive. Well, except maybe that the barracks would be properly quiet for a time. As it was there always seemed to be a humming undercurrent of chatter that she couldn't shake from the back of her mind.

"I'm fairly certain," She paused, eyeing Amarisha critically for a moment, "That boys are not allowed on the female side, and vice versa." Her eyes shifted knowingly to Wilyum, as if guessing what was on his mind and dousing it with the cool stare. After all, there was a reason for those rules.

The inclusivity that was suggested by Amarisha's use of the word us made Charlynna frown, though it was done so gently in may have been more confused than anything.

"Unless you've learned a lot about this place since you got here, well I'm quite sure I'd get us lost." She chewed her bottom lip absently. Whether that was really the case or not was left to be seen, but she was fairly certain she could only navigate successfully to a few key locations. Namely, to the dining hall and the infirmary - oh and the craft halls. That had been a necessary and immediate adventure.
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Well now, she was friendly, wasn't she! But now he was obligated to be social while toting about every possession in a single bag. And not a terribly light bag at that. But his father had taught him passable manners, so he paused in his trip across the room and offered the pair a warmer and less mischievous smile "And here I'd thought they were mad geniuses for having co-ed barracks." He smirked over at the weaver, rather impressed with her blunt coolness. He was used to the flirting, but it wasn't often he came across a women that didn't give him the time of day. It was refreshing and rather took the pressure off. No need to impress a woman who wasn't interested in him, after all. She may prove a good ally in the coming months.

"Wilyum. Quite literally, yes." His gaze shifted to the weaver, brow cocked ever so slightly at her minute frown "Now that I shouldn't be starting any riots, I think I'll find my way all right" Oh, he'd get himself lost a few times, but that was half the fun of it. Really, his only trouble would be the lower caverns. Shifting his gaze, he scanned across the common room, rather impressed candidates warranted such luxury. "Though, are we assigned beds or do we simply chose an empty one?" Yet again, he would be in for a surprise. Never in his wildest dreams did he think they would have rooms rather than simple bunks.
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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
“Perhaps that's true,” Amarisha replied after Charlynna brought up her doubt about males being allowed on the female side of the barracks, “But rules were meant to be broken!” The girl doubted the other would agree with this point-of-view, but that didn't make it any less true. “And if you managed to be sneaky enough, you wouldn't get caught! No harm done!”

She then looked back at the man who had come closer. After taking a moment to appreciate his form, she exclaimed, “Wilyum! That is a great name! Did you hear us talking when I said my name? Well, I'm Amarisha! A mouthful, I know! Feel free to shorten it if you like! I answer to almost anything.”

The young woman's brows furrowed slightly. Did no Master fill him in on the specifics? Before speaking on this, Amarisha looked at Charlynna. “I know where the important places are, figured maybe he'd like a tour, ya know? But you are probably tired! That sack looks heavy!” She had glanced back to Wilyum and appraised the bag hanging over his shoulder. “Better figure out what room you are in!”

She hopped up and trotted over to the wall where various assignments and schedules were posted. “You'll find your assigned room... here! On this list!” She pointed to the list with names and numbers on it. A wave of embarrassment washed over her. She had walked right into this... if he asked her to read the list to him her illiteracy would be known! She felt flustered, but tried to hide her discomfort. “Need any help getting settled? I know I was a bit overwhelmed when I first arrived!”
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Interesting approach.

Charlynna sighed softly to herself and ran her fingers through a few loose strands of hair. It wouldn't really do to be labeled the stick in the mud directly off the bat she supposed, even if that tended to be where she ended up. That was what happened when you committed the entirety of your attentions to something. If you were serious about something, you would succeed, just like she had in her craft. She brushed a hand over her knitting before tying off her work.

"Uh huh." With Amarisha's tone thus far she didn't doubt there'd be no harm, no foul were they given the opportunity. "Why not drop off your bag and we'll find something to eat?" She imagined he could handle that much considering how much he hauled it around thus far. If nothing else she could lose them and go down to the craft halls for a bit. "Why don't you help him settle and I'll put this back." She gestured the knitting at her feet.

Stooping, she gathered up her things and offered them both a smile before she disappeared into the women's side of the barracks.
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