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Post by phantomofthewolves on Nov 3, 2011 11:01:39 GMT -5
Kite sighed as he unpacked his things. He had just moved from Benden hold and was excited and naturally, a bit scared. As he unpacked the last of his clothes, he looked out the window. He had heard rumors that the senior queen rose in Southern and he wondered what color of dragon would catch her. Bronzes could catch Golds and Greens while browns, although rare, could catch Golds if they were large enough.
He was unpacking his thread, yarn and other weaving things when a ball of blue yarn slipped from his hands. It rolled across the room and out the door. He groaned, set his things down onto the bed, walked over to the ball and picked it up. He returned to his room and tossed the ball of yarn onto the bed. He took out a knitted hat he was working on, sat near the window and began to knit.
He knitted at least two rounds when he heard footsteps from outside his room. He quickly hid his knitting under his bed and opened the door. He peaked around both corners and saw someone rounding the bend. He leaned his arm against the door frame, looking cool and collected.
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Post by Zara on Nov 3, 2011 11:43:52 GMT -5
Yanoya was headed down the hall of the Candidate Barracks. She had been searched before the destruction of Sollace... Where her father and her family had disappeared. She paused as she passed a door where a male Candidate was standing, leaning against the door frame, seeming to look cool, calm and collected. Hmm.. Well... She supposed that it was good enough time to meet something. That was something rather against her nature.
"Hey," she said calmly, walking over to him, looking him up and down. She wasn't one to thinkabout how a male looked... or a female for that matter. Or yerself either. "Yanoya. Your name?" Matter of fact, cold, harsh. Yep. THere you go. Blunt as well...
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Post by phantomofthewolves on Nov 3, 2011 12:04:46 GMT -5
"Kite." he answered back in a nice, polite tone of voice. He tucked a strand of hair behind his right ear and leaned against the wall. "You must be new around here," he said "I am too, but I haven't been here long though." He looked her up and down, she was something to look at, but he could tell she wasn't the type of person to think about looks for that matter.
"So," he began, looking at her straight in the eye, "Where are you from? I'm from Benden Hold, up north. My dad is a brown rider, mom's a Master Weaver." He would understand if she didn't want to talk about it, but sometimes, you have to take chances, make mistakes and learn from those mistakes.
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Post by Zara on Nov 3, 2011 13:12:45 GMT -5
"Yep. Just been here a short time... Before the storm, but didn't really move in til after." She shrugged and took up a position against the wall, leaning against it almost heavily. He was looking her up and down. She noticed, but she didn't think much of it. He was tall, thin.. Brown hair, brown eyes.
And there was that unnamed feeling again.. the one that she had yet to figure out what it meant. She had been told by her dad it meant she thought someone looked nice. But eh. She shrugged it off. There wasn't any time for such things. After all, she had always kept herself busy as a warrior and member of her father's renegade band which often posed as traders. not to mention, now she was a Candidate. She supposed she should go out and practice at some point... She abruptly stopped her musing, realizing that he had just asked a question of her. She wasn't dimwitted or slow, but she was rather prone to getting lost in thought.
"From the Southern Continent... But a bit of everywhere. I was born to traders. They were in an accident. My father found me and took me in. He travels a lot, though he makes his primary home in two different holds. Sollace and Southern." It was a lie. She knew her father had raided her parent's caravan and taken her. She also knew that the home of her family was the wilderness of Southern and that they were both often traders and renegades who preyed on other traders. But, of course, she would never say that. Never could.N ot unless she became a rider in good standing. Plus... she rather her mismatch of a family didn't end up in trouble. "Huh. How was having a rider for a dad?" Weaving was a rather improtant skill. After all, no weavers, no necessary fabrics, right. "The Weaver craft is one that should be greatly appreciated, though I don't think many think much of it..."
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Post by phantomofthewolves on Nov 3, 2011 13:29:34 GMT -5
Kite's eyes widened when he heard that she was once a trader. "A trader? My cousin G'daro was a trader before he came here." He gave somewhat of a smile. Usually he was independent and stubborn but around girls, he was a gentlemen. When she asked him about having a rider for a dad, he blushed a bit. "It is an amazing experience. When I was little, he used to teach me how to oil a dragon and he let me feed him everyday."
He sighed happily, remembering his father's dragon Veiith and how his father told him stories of fighting Thread on the back of his dragon. He could imagine riding his future dragon, searing the silvery strands in a blaze of fire, twisting, turning, making sure every bit of Thread never reached the ground.
He exited his daydream when his conversation took a turn. "Yes, weaving takes a lot of patience and practice, but I was lucky to have a Master as a teacher..."
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Post by Zara on Nov 3, 2011 13:41:21 GMT -5
"Haha. Traders are sometimes hard to come by. Esepcially considering how so many people seem to wnat to distrust us. He's a rider now?" She hadn't known this, though she had heard of Gedaro and it could only be the same person, couldn't it? SHe grinned. "Sounds like you have a head start over the rest of us then. Is your dad here at Trelis?"
She waited for him to respond and smiled slightly. "You did get really lucky. I suppose, though that I have never thought much of men being weavers, but then again, people don't much think of women, apparently women like me especially, being warriors... Interesting world we live, nay?" She smiled, which was almost a cat-like expression. "So what do you say to going for a walk. You know, of everyone I met so far... you seem more like someone I'd want as a friend so far...." She was never overly committal to things... not until they ahd proven themselves. Especially people. She didn't overly trust people right away, but if the ydid become friends, she would trust him... in time. IT was just her way. She was odd.
"So... have you ever thought About getting any pets? I have always wanted one, but never have been abel to get one to this point. Seems weird for a trader, right?"
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Post by phantomofthewolves on Nov 3, 2011 13:57:48 GMT -5
"Yes, he rides a brown." Kite replied. He knew that G'daro was here, but he hadn't seen him yet. "I'm hoping that I Impress a brown, like my father and cousin before me." He stared at the wall across from them and sighed, he wanted to see his father, but he knew he probably wouldn't see him again for quite some time. "No. He's not here. Wish he was though."
Kite blushed as the girl asked him for going on a walk. "Sure! I would love too!" he replied. Wow, here for five minutes and already I'm going on a walk with a girl! he thought to himself. Everything was going well, and he hoped that he wouldn't mess up and blow the whole thing. "I would love to have a firelizard, but it wouldn't matter what kind of pet I got." he replied when she asked him about having a pet. He could only wait and see what happens next.
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Post by Zara on Nov 4, 2011 0:35:18 GMT -5
"I'm sorry... My father went missing in the storm. But I'm certain he is alright. Yorisan and Yansin have always been tough..." her dad and her uncle. Or supposed uncle. Eh.
"Well... maybe we'll run into G'daro! It'd be great to officially meet him. And his brown." She smiled and started walking. She grinned. "I suppose I'm slightly picky... I'd want a huntyre or a firelizard. Maybe a dog. A good hunting dog like Ammori trains. They're very good creatures, if a bit hasty at times..." She felt slightly awkward. That was normal, though. She was used to feeling this way around people.
"Have you had much of a chance to look around yet?" She asked as they emerged into the weyrbowl and she looked around her, taking in the sights and colors (especially of the dragons) around them. "I haven't... but from what I can see so far... it's somethin' different for me... What about you? Did you visit the Weyr where your father is often?" She was asking an abnormal number of questions for her typical self...
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Post by phantomofthewolves on Nov 6, 2011 14:30:06 GMT -5
"I haven't yet." Kite replied. As the two entered the weyrbowl, Kite was stunned. Dragons and their riders were everywhere, and the rider's firelizards hung on their shoulders. Kite took it all in as they walked together.
When the girl asked him if he visited his father often, he smiled. "I visited him often and he's the best father a candidate could ever have." Soon, he was in a memory, with his father and his dragon. He chuckled as he remembered oiling his father's dragon's hide for the first time. He exited that memory when he saw a young weyrling, his dragon and his two firelizards walking across the weyrbowl. He knew his face almost immediately. "G'daro!!!!" he cried and rushed up to meet him. "It's me! Kite! Your cousin!" he shouted.
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G'daro, Banemith, Fizgig and Bellatrix were walking to do some chores when G'daro heard a familiar voice calling his name. He turned to see his long-lost cousin, Kite. He raised one arm in a hearty greeting as he was tackled by Kite. "Kite! What are you doing here?" he asked as he got up. He must be a candidate for Impression, Mine. Banemith told his rider. "A candidate!" G'daro cried, "Kite that's great news!"
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Post by Zara on Nov 19, 2011 0:50:42 GMT -5
Yanoya smiled and waved at G'daro, doubting that he would remember her in any way. After all, they weren't related. Just had met a few times when their... caravans would camp together. Of course, she almost rather he didn't remember her. She didn't feel guilty. Even though she had been one of the thieves stealing from him... or her "father" and their gang had probably raided and possibly killed people he knew in the past. She hung back, looking him over.
Old habits were hard to break. She was assessing everyone. Drawing plans, escape roots, best waves of attacking. Yeah. It was just great to have been trained to observe, notice and know all of these things from the time that you could remember. It was an asset... and.... but also... a hard thing to break. It made it impossible for her at times to consider anyone as a real friend. She felt paranoid. Her family was gone. She had been searched to a new place... and was having to try to make new friends.
He had a gold flitter now. Hm. He had also Impressed a Brown. He had done well for himself.
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