Post by diogenessbeast on Aug 23, 2011 22:49:34 GMT -5
Kordelia could handle crowds, but that didn't mean she liked to.
In fact, more often then not, she preferred to be away from large groups of people. What she sarcastically referred to as her apprenticeship-- the long lessons on etiquette and how to act in public that she'd received ever since being a small child-- had covered in detail how to be perfectly polite and demure in large groups, and they staid to always be present at meal times: the most valuable thing you could possibly do was present a constant face to wherever you were, so as to garner respect. That sort of thing.
But she wasn't at home anymore, and she resented those lessons for following her. As much as they always informed her decisions, now she did quite the opposite: she, fresh from her morning chores, sought her meal in silence and loneliness. She got her food from the kitchens, and marched right back out, seeking a quiet spot just outside the hot and busy rooms. The weyrbowl was large, and frequently had people in it- but that was almost an advantage, in this situation. No one would notice the form of a candidate sitting off to the side, comfortable with her meal outside the kitchens. She was just one more semi-stranger.
Thus decided, she found a quiet spot and sat down, unpacking her little meal. There was enough for two, because she had half a mind to save the rest for later, and avoid dinner altogether.
Oh, how she relished the freedoms of the weyr- she could skip meals and not get berated for it.
In fact, more often then not, she preferred to be away from large groups of people. What she sarcastically referred to as her apprenticeship-- the long lessons on etiquette and how to act in public that she'd received ever since being a small child-- had covered in detail how to be perfectly polite and demure in large groups, and they staid to always be present at meal times: the most valuable thing you could possibly do was present a constant face to wherever you were, so as to garner respect. That sort of thing.
But she wasn't at home anymore, and she resented those lessons for following her. As much as they always informed her decisions, now she did quite the opposite: she, fresh from her morning chores, sought her meal in silence and loneliness. She got her food from the kitchens, and marched right back out, seeking a quiet spot just outside the hot and busy rooms. The weyrbowl was large, and frequently had people in it- but that was almost an advantage, in this situation. No one would notice the form of a candidate sitting off to the side, comfortable with her meal outside the kitchens. She was just one more semi-stranger.
Thus decided, she found a quiet spot and sat down, unpacking her little meal. There was enough for two, because she had half a mind to save the rest for later, and avoid dinner altogether.
Oh, how she relished the freedoms of the weyr- she could skip meals and not get berated for it.
