Project Memorization [OPEN!]

[tiddler]

It was a lovely day outside… perfect for poring over records. Rather than sit in the musky, dusty records room for this, Cezine had found what she’d needed and taken the necessary records out into the bowl, where she could sit in the fresh air and relative comfort while she looked over the hides. Since the records weren’t that old, they were still in very good condition, not even having begun to stink yet. But what was she after in the records?

Upon realizing that Cezine couldn’t name all of the rider pairs in the weyr, she’d taken it upon herself to rectify the problem. The records containing the names and ranks of the current riders at Telgar were a great start. While no one knew better than she did that knowledge didn’t increase chances of Impression, she felt that the information would be a benefit whether she ever became a dragonrider or not. After all, what harm would come of knowing each dragon and rider by name? And once she had everyone at Telgar memorized, perhaps she’d start on Igen.

As she leafed through the records (careful to keep them out of the sunlight), she looked positively absorbed in her task. The girl had just come from her chores, and her bare feet were patched with dirt from where they stuck out from beneath the hem of her plain dress. A beam of light managed to fall onto her head, creating a halo of the most vibrant reds imaginable on a human head, while the rest of her hair fell away in its usual dark wine-red. It wasn’t tied back in its usual plait, allowed to flow across her shoulders and down her back in ripples and waves. If there was one thing Cezine had a great abundance of, it was hair.

She’d managed to find herself a cozy corner of the ‘bowl for this particular task, and if anyone happened upon her, it might take them several tries to get her attention. This was only phase one of her little project, after all; she’d still have to match faces to all those names!

[hrsegrl]

The Weyrbowl was very dusty this time of year. It was the beginning of fall and they hadn't recieved the rainfall that they would need for it to be less dusty. They wouldn't until they were a good ways into autumn. Ph'yn didn't really mind, seeing as he wasn't flying Ganymeth just yet. The dragon had just finished being bathed and oiled and was on the way to the feeding grounds when he started to complain about having to walk all the way there.

Ph'yn wore his usual Weyrling leathers, which were black, thankfully. He was brown enough that brown leathers wouldn't suit him at all. The Weyrling rider also had his hair cut closer to his head. He appeared to be a wingrider, except for the tell tale Weyrling cords.

"We discussed this. I already let you fly today..." The Bronze was hardly impressed with that answer. Much like his rider, the dragon didn't much care for following the rules. Unfortunately both of them were used to pulling extra chores and punishments. Ph'yn, for all that he protested, secretly loved watching his Bronze fly and couldn't wait till he was permitted to fly with his dragon. Literally, he couldn't wait. One day he might not. Today however he had enough self control. After all, only one prank a day...

The dark youth turned to catch a rather angry boy running his way. "Ganymeth, we better go somewhere where we won't be noticed right away." Scoping out the Bowl was easy enough. Ganymeth flew over to a corner of the Bowl that was relatively undisturbed. Luckily for them both, the dragon didn't land on the young woman reading there. The dragon's wingtip brushed against the girl as he finished his landing. Ph'yn was running, not really paying attention to the Bronze at that moment.

When he caught up, finally, he looked down at the girl while trying to catch his breath. Just what he needed. A girl who looked like she was all too interested in dragon to care about a dragonrider that was standing right in front of her. Of course, he wasn't a full rider yet but he would be. Just like his brother.

[tiddler]

Cezine flinched, though whether it was from the brush of the dragon’s wing or simply the sudden appearance of him altogether was uncertain. He seemed large in her slightly cramped nook of the Weyrbowl, but she could tell at a glance that he was still young. A weyrling. Blinking, she let the skin she was reading slide from her lap as she shifted, as though to make room for the bronze. “Hello.” Shielding her eyes from Rukbat’s glare, she peered up at the beast. “Where is your rider?” Her tone was nothing inappropriate, merely curious; weren’t young bronzes usually with their riders? The candidate struggled for something else to say; for all that she’d lived at the Weyr all her life, she didn’t usually come face to face with dragons… with or without their riders. But one thing was certain, and that was the fact that she was clearly unafraid of the bronze. Uncertain as to what to do with him, of course, but not at all afraid of him. It would be rather ridiculous after all if the girl were a candidate and feared the very creature she sought to bond with, wouldn’t it?

But just then, the dragon’s mindmate jogged up and she offered him a smile. If she could read his thoughts on his face, then there was no way of knowing outwardly. Instead she removed the skins from her lap and set them down next to her. The candidate then got to her feet and brushed the dust off her skirt before offering her hand to the weyrling rider. She had guessed right about the bronze, but she said nothing on the subject. “Good afternoon.” Her smile was bright as she paused to look back over at Ganymeth, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Ph’yn and Ganymeth? Am I right? Please don’t be offended if I’m not.” Shaking her head, Cezine flashed a brief grin at the bronze weyrling. “I’m trying to learn the names of all the dragons and their riders here. That’s the easy part though; the hard part is matching faces to all those names.” She must have realized that she was babbling because she looked sheepish all of a sudden.

“Sorry, I know I’m babbling.” She put her hands behind her back and regarded to bronze again. “He’s lovely. Are you two flying yet?” It was a perfectly acceptable question, right? But it was as though she suddenly realized something and shook her head. “I’m sorry, where are my manners? My name is Cezine. I’m a candidate. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”


[[Sorry it took so long, work is killing me x.x]]