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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Oct 25, 2012 19:52:56 GMT -5
With her braids bouncing, Nyche maneuvers through the hallways, golden eyes glimmering from the light of the glows. She didn't need them to see, but they helped. Let's see, there has to be a candidate down here. They're supposed to be helpers for dragon riders, right? She could teach one how to wash a flighty dragon!
She chooses one at random, one that smells rather unusual, like a bird.
"Hey! Heeeey! You!" She bats the girl's shoulder. "Hey, want to learn a lesson that'll help you later when you become a rider of your very own fighting dragon?"
Because to Nyche, there's no better dragon than a Lash. She's not biased at all.
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Post by moonchilde on Oct 25, 2012 20:56:14 GMT -5
She's wandering aimlessly. Seems these days that's all she does. There's nothing that can hold her attention long, and idling leaves her anxious, so she paces the halls, doing the odd task as she comes across them.
This time, the task finds her.
The bat to the shoulder startles her, and she blinks and spins around. The movement's clumsier than she expected. Recent bruises have left her slow, stiff, and sore. But the woman is wearing a rider's knots, and she's offering an opportunity related to dragons, so Eavla nods in assent, puts on a small smile, and waits for orders.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Oct 25, 2012 21:03:19 GMT -5
"Hey, c'mon, I need you to help me clean out my room! There's so many stinky old robes in there and I think there's something gross in there!" Nyche laughs, then turns around, practically dragging the girl out towards the Bowl. "Also you smell weird. You're a Tailed, aren't you? I smell a lot of things. People smell weird."
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Post by moonchilde on Oct 25, 2012 21:18:47 GMT -5
She's a little hesitant to answer, but that's alright, because it seems this woman is willing to fill the silence. Following along behind her, Eavla tries to resist the urge to break away as the woman mentions that she's tailled. She should've known, though. Cat tailled are always a little kooky.
"I am." She doesn't elaborate. Woman of few words, she is.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Oct 25, 2012 21:27:10 GMT -5
"Really? I knew it! Nyche's Nose doesn't lie, haha!" She almost starts skipping, but that's hard when someone's following her. "We'll have to fly to get up to my Weyr, but you're okay around dragons, right? It's ok, Raxth is big for a Lash but she's not big. She's also lazy."
Up yours.
Nyche ignores the comment. Raxth is always testy when she's about to Fly. "She's near Rising, you know. Let's hope she doesn't almost crash into the Weyr this time!"
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Post by moonchilde on Oct 25, 2012 21:36:01 GMT -5
Flying. On a dragon. She hasn't gotten to do that since she was searched. But then-
if they go between-
and there's a chance that it won't matter either way, but-
(and what if she says something and they decide she's not suited for riding? What if they bar her from the hatching? what if...)
She stops dead, she freezes. Shards, she needs an excuse, and fast.
"I'm not dressed to go between," she says, and the words come out weak and almost whining, "I-I, and I have sensitive skin, and I don't think I'll do well with the cold without gear," do people crack? Dragon hides can, but she's never heard of dry skin being dangerous for a person, what if her excuse isn't convincing? "I wasn't expecting to- this- can we-"
And maybe she should just go, and let someone else do this. She can't turn her back on a rider, but she's starting to ease her way backwards, away from Nyche.
(why did it have to be flying? Washing a dragon, fetching something, doing laundry, she'd be fine with any other chore, but this....)
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Oct 25, 2012 21:42:36 GMT -5
Nyche freezes. "We're not going between," she says firmly. "It's just a short flight up to the top of the Weyrbowl, and it's a pretty dangerous place to come out of between anyway. Even if I've been flying on Raxth forever, it's not like experienced riders don't end up coming out in a rock or something. Yeesh, common sense."
Why the hell is this girl freaking out?
"Are you scared of the dark or something? Because you're going to have to get used to it, you know."
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Post by moonchilde on Oct 25, 2012 21:51:28 GMT -5
And now she looks like an idiot. Eavla bites her tongue, wishing she'd done that to begin with. Weakly, she explains, "But I've just heard that it's dangerous- if you aren't in the right gear, that you might not come back out."
The excuse sounds pathetic, even to her. She needs to change the subject. "But they- teach all that in weyrling classes, don't they? So I'll learn. It's just that I don't really know how anything here works yet." And maybe this is her chance to learn, if this woman will teach her. She walks back over to her, wishing she'd had the sense to ask calmly for clarification for all but running away, trying to escape. "It's just really different from what I'm used to..."
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Oct 25, 2012 21:56:16 GMT -5
"They do teach it," says Nyche. "But it's not advised to use between for everything, and I'm not the best at it, to be honest. They can lose entire classes just from learning how to go between. It's crazy! Absolutely crazy! So we won't go between, because I don't need to go between and Raxth needs to move her lazy butt."
And she continues walking, expecting Eavla to follow. "If I can be honest, I hate the cold! I hate between! Flying is more fun! Much more fun! But between is necessary because at this point in the Pass there are still late falls, and then there are night watches at the Holds to keep them safe from bandits. So it's a necessary thing to get places fast!"
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Post by moonchilde on Oct 25, 2012 21:59:34 GMT -5
Eavla follows along, trying to take in everything Nyche tells her. That voice is hard to follow, it's so high pitched and just plain irritating, but what she's saying is worth listening to. Finally, she tries to squeeze in a few words of her own.
"Do they really lose a lot of weyrlings learning to go between?"
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Oct 25, 2012 22:23:25 GMT -5
"Sometimes, yeah. Depends on the Clutch and the Weyrling Master. But I think we have a good one this time around, so the Weyrlings should be safe." Out into the Bowl they go. Raxth is waiting, her white hide brighter than usual. "Raxth, don't give me that look. Raxth, this is Bebop. Bebop, Raxth."
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Post by moonchilde on Oct 25, 2012 23:26:56 GMT -5
"Hi, Raxth," and with Raxth, she's not shy. How can she be? The dragon is beautiful, and she brings a genuine smile to Eavla's face. "My name's Eavla-" but her words are turn from her by the wind as they take off.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Oct 25, 2012 23:33:23 GMT -5
Raxth doesn't respond, but when they land, Nyche is certain to say, "She says hi back, and that she's pleased to meet you!" It's an easy lie. Raxth is never pleased to meet anyone. True to Nyche's word, though, the room is messy. "All right, come and help me clean this! It's a big big mess and I can help lots!"
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Post by moonchilde on Oct 27, 2012 22:44:03 GMT -5
A dragon, pleased to meet her. Despite herself, Eavla smiles. She's quickly drawn aside by Nyche, however, for the task she was brought here for- cleaning. Eager to redeem herself after earlier's little incident, she gets to work tidying the weyr, trying to get everything organized.
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