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Options [Standalone/Open]; Summer 1266, Early Evening
Topic Started: Apr 17 2016, 09:08 AM (411 Views)
TheCheeseWhiz
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The coolness of the Hold's lower levels was a pleasant respite from the mugginess outside, and in Thalia's mind, that made up for the dim lighting and the smell. Luca was right about that, at least. Whers definitely didn't smell like dragons, and she still wasn't sure if it was a pleasant odor or not. Descending the stairs two at a time, she kept an eye out for anything big and muscly that might be coming up out of the gloom. What a way to waste a free period. Instead of finding a good-looking rider to bed, she was visiting the Hold. A place that she avoided at all costs.

After the Touching, Thalia had started to think--a dangerous pastime, according to her sister's Bitran weyrmate. Thoia was getting close to aging out, and she wasn't far behind. What were they supposed to do if they didn't Impress? Work in the kitchens, like that shaffit-eating redhead who had gotten kicked out of candidacy? Not likely. Drudgery was not her destiny, and it wouldn't be her sister's destiny, either. There were a few people who'd gone to get whers after aging out of dragon candidacy. Thalia had never given that option any thought before recently, having dismissed the small dragon cousins entirely. It was actually Taia who had opened her mind to it.

Would Taia even still be my friend if I got a wher? It felt almost like a betrayal, coming here even though she knew what had happened to the blonde. But it wasn't like she'd have many better options if she failed to Impress to a dragon. Neither would Thoia. We'll jump that hurdle when it gets here. A saying Laliyi had been fond of.

"Imagine how pissed Luca'd be if Thoia Impressed a wher." Muttering under her breath, Thalia chuckled gleefully as she reached the bottom of the stairs and started off down the hall. Her sister's weyrmate made no secret of her hatred for the animals. Oh Faranth, her face if Thoia brought one home... Laughing to herself, the candidate looked around, hoping that maybe the handlers had a common room where she might be able to get a closer look at their beasts.

A wher'd be better than nothing, right?


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“Stop looking at me like that.” With a soft thump, Nira kicked over a boot and glared. The hound merely stared back, tail swaying slightly. Frustrated anew, angry at herself and, illogically, the canine for not responding, the woman spun and hoofed its fellow. It made a satisfying noise as it bounced into the corner. She allowed herself a wicked grin. Imagined it to be the source of her ire. How would it sound if she let Marva have it? Would it rip cleanly, or shred, in a long, wailing note?

But she was not one for fantasies, and reality soon had the frown back on her face, hands clutched at her elbows. Restless, she paced in what room there was in their shared chamber.

She had to get a grip. It had taken too long to get him to trust her even a little bit. If he felt her edges now- cracked and raw, vibrating with barely supressed energy, twisted against themselves- with a strangled noise she grabbed a glove and hurled it after the boot. She would ruin everything, and for what. For some feeling she couldn’t shake, when promises were pulling her elsewhere? There were no ties left to bind her to this place. She had promised him a life of farming. A world of hills and caves, and a warm stable to keep him safe. And she had meant it. She had wanted it. Wanted that life back for herself, with every ounce of her being.

But the fear had never left. Nor the shame.

Marva whined, softly, and pressed her nose up between her arms. The hound was large and strong; there was no denying that careful, persistent pressure. With only minor reluctance, Nira gave in and dropped down, to wrap her arms around her.

“Wish I were you, with nothing but a scent in my nose and a head full of fluff.” She laughed, croakily, hands moving automatically to the spot Marva loved scratched. “The problem is, I’ve two scents pulling me, and a pack to track after. I didn’t want that. Not that you mind. To you it’s just me and the weird thing. Isn’t that right, girl?”

A happy whine-growl sounded in her ear.

“Ya, that’s right.” Something hit the floor with a thump, knocked from the bed by an enthusiastic tail, but Nira didn’t much mind then. Every inch of her wanted so badly to leave, just pack everything and go, be done with all this- but she couldn’t. Not yet. She owed these people her skills in return for their training, and it tore at her. Held her back, and down. Broke her.

Not looking directly at that particular thought, she steadied herself with the canine’s inherent solidness, spreading fingers through her desert-thinned fur. Then, warily, she opened her mind back up to the bond that was now there, stretching her awareness out into another body. The wher met her questing with indifference. Curious, taking a bit of that chill attitude into herself to ease her jittering heart, she probed further and discovered he’d found himself a good nook to hide in. Perhaps a niche once, for a jar. Maybe a doorway that had collapsed and been sealed. She was no miner to know, and Nirask wasn’t paying it any attention. It was wonderfully dark and cool, blissfully hidden, and that’s all that mattered. He could watch people passing on their way to the hold commons without them even knowing he was there, with the glows half covered for the oncoming night. Well, all except the whers, who more or less ignored him.

Why are you hiding again?

Watch. Came the eventual reply, after much consideration. He knew their squadmates. Knew many of the holdfolk, and miners. It seemed to relax him somehow, to see the same faces again and again. She long guessed it was because he knew where he stood with them. Who did and did not deserve deference; who would or wouldn’t shy, if he came near. That’s how he knew, immediately, when someone crossed his vision who was not familiar. His surprised jolt jumped down both their spines. Nira sighed.

Stay put. I’ll deal with it. As soon as I find that boot…

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Shortly she was wandering the halls, Marva at her heels. Better not be a brat from the weyr, she thought, although the idea of getting to rip into someone was pleasing, never mind that her venom would be misplaced. Or one of those caravan children. Many of the whers were just waking, and were not good company. Imagine someone running into Kask, unaware- or worse yet, that unpredictable bronze.

It would be an entertaining sight, admittedly, but she had no desire to deal with it just then. Let the monsters rest. She would be challenge enough, in her brittle mood.

The canine’s soft growl alerted her they were close. Giving up the hunt, because shard making a scene actually in the fecking commons, she pitched her voice to carry. They had to be within range. Nirask had edged out enough that she could see the faint glint of his eyes, floating in the shadows nearby, and if they’d actually found the main room- well. There would be noise enough to make that fact known. “Hey. Whoever you are, you better get your tailfork back the way you came, before I have my toothy friend point you the right way.”

She’d smelt of dragons and lizards, the wher hinted, quietly. A few handlers liked to keep friends from the weyr, she knew, but she doubted that was the case this time. They knew where things were. They did not wander, eyes all agog. Shards, she wished they would fight it. Let them question her authority. She could use the argument.
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