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Post by cynath on Apr 22, 2007 19:08:07 GMT -5
S'frid sat calmly among a few of the rowdier Weyrlings. Though his calm only came after he'd scarfed down some food. Kerroth had eaten earlier, his rider left to dine with the mostly younger population of riders. A chunk of unidentifiable food was flung passed his face at one of the larger men at the table. The morsel hit the man with a soft "plop" then fell to the floor. The man didn't react.. much to the younger Werylings disappointment.
He knew the man had a shorter temper than most, however, giving into the Weyrlings only encouraged their behaviour. The deep blue eyes -almost violet in the right light- glanced back at the Weyrlings. A soft warning. He dealt with them all day as a senior assistant to the Weyrling Master.
So what if he mostly just sewed and cleaned?!
The dark-haired head tilted back a little, glancing around at the other Wings, table by table. Yes, the "children" often became somewhat of a drag, adult scenarios above their heads and out of their understanding. Besides, most of them were only in the Weyrling wing for a short time before they were bumped up to another Wing. Friendships were short with S'frid, his Weyrlings transfered and moved to socialize with higher ranking Wings. Oh well. C'est la vie.
The thought crossed his mind just as a solid mush of something splatted against the side of his face. Giggles broke out across the table. Girlish giggles.... Great.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 22, 2007 19:36:35 GMT -5
"Well aren't you a sorry site." N'zule commented dryly, stopping on his way to Pyralis Table. Glancing up at the Weyrlings the Greenrider shook his head.
"The whole lot of you is going to end up in Zahra if you keep acting like that. And then the whole lot of you will end up getting roasty-toasty like that last brownrider who messed with us."
With a little smirk at the bluerider who'd gotten food on his face, N'zule reached over and pulled a chair out. Sitting down next to the Bluerider(T'frid? K'frid? S'frid?), he smiled at him.
"So, they having trouble teaching this lot manners?" A little bit of time could be spared for this bluerider. He'd heard of the man- something was wrong with his Blue's wing, and so he was placed in the Weyrling Wing. He would be an interesting sort to speak with- and it was doubtful that Rory would be anywhere near the Weyrlings, and that was always a bonus.
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Post by cynath on Apr 22, 2007 19:53:31 GMT -5
Sifrid took a moment to scoop the food off his face, plopping it on his empty plate, before he looked up... WAY up at the Pyralis rider with those deep blue eyes. For a long moment he didn't say anything, aware of the slightest residue of food still sliming down his cheek, then he simply smiled. It was a simply beautiful smile that reached those eyes, making the face look a little more girly than it was when the man simply frowned. Oh well.
He watched as the massive -well, not MASSIVE, but taller and definitely thicker than S'frid- pulled up a chair and sat.
"Manners would be a good stepping stone to start at, hm?" he mused, rubbing the mess on his cheek off with the back on one hand, then wiping that on the dark blue cloth pants he was wearing before offering his hand to the other rider.
"I'm S'frid." he introduced himself... though most already knew who he was... either from his dragon's disability or his relation to V'rak. That is how he was often referred to. Very few knew his name, or called him by such.
That, however, did not bother the bluerider.
He took a moment to study the older rider while keeping in mind the hostful of younger eyes that were watching. He cleared his throat and looked down the table at the numerous young faces. Some watching the Pyralis rider with interest, others ignoring them all together.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 22, 2007 20:07:32 GMT -5
"I'm N'zule." He was fairly well known around the Weyr- mostly because of how crazy he got before Flights, but it was possible the man didn't know who he was. Shifting in his chair to be able to hear the other rider better, N'zule leaned forward, paying careful attention to every word the smaller(almost dainty) man was saying. He shook the other man's hand carefully, enjoying the feeling of touching someone.
"So, do you eat with these kids everyday?" N'zule asked, sounding interested. He'd never really thought about how things would work if you didn't have a Wing to eat with. Eating with Weyrling didn't sound very interesting- even eating with Weyrfolk sounded preferable to that. If the poor man really did have to eat with these, he'd have to invite him to join him for dinner with Pyralis. They weren't much better behaved, but at least they were adults!
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Post by cynath on Apr 22, 2007 20:14:04 GMT -5
S'frid chuckled softly. "I do. And every day some different piece of food finds it's way plastered into my hair." The dark blue eyes cast a glance at a particular boy sitting across from the bluerider, the one whom had so graced S'frid with his current mess in his hair. The boy was a troublemaker... even before he'd Impressed... now, he was almost intolerable.
The bluerider repeated the larger man's name as if tasting it, but not without a smile. "N'zule... Pyralis Wing, of course." S'frid spent a lot of time in the records room, he knew of a lot of people, even if he did not know them... plus, he could keep tabs on some of the Wings. Plus, his eldest brother was in Pyralis. He'd watched them from time to time in all their rowdy glory....
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 22, 2007 20:51:18 GMT -5
"Great shells."
The very idea of getting splattered with food everyday gave N'zule the chills. The man wasn't too careful with his appearance, but some of Del's mannerisms had worn off on him.
When S'frid said his name, N'zule had found himself entranced by the man's moving lips. His lack of a stable partner was probably effecting his judgment, but suddenly the man stood up. Reaching over, he offered his hand to S'frid.
"Come on, you aren't eating with these ingrates tonight. Come and eat with me."
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Post by cynath on Apr 22, 2007 20:59:01 GMT -5
S'frid jumped slightly at the larger man's sudden movements, the blue eyes instantly turning up, a smile spreading over his soft features. He glanced back at the staring eyes of the younger, then simply took the man's hand and stood himself up.
So he got to change hands of the rowdy. Better to be bested by grown men than mere children. S'frid was anything but superior to the Weyrlings.... and they knew it. Sure, his dragon was bigger than theirs, even more graceful, but that hardly mattered when Kerroth wasn't around.
"Gladly," he consented simply, almost eager to get away from them. It was almost comical. Though, he did pause long enough to use the sleeve of his shirt to fuss at the mess in his hair. He needed no more ridicule... especially from any of Pyralis. They'd be worse than the Weyrlings... if that were possible....
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 23, 2007 1:03:15 GMT -5
By the time N'zule reached Pyralis Wing's table, a fight, which had started when he entered the Weyrhall, had ended, leaving the participants in a stony silence. It wasn't as welcoming as usual, but probably a better time then when they were actually fighting.
"Take a seat." N'zule offered easily. He was still three or so days off his PFS(PreFlight Syndrome), so he sounded reasonable, even nice. "Hey! You, pass down some food!" When there was a great mass of people in the Weyrhall, food was placed on individual tables, instead of being taken directly from the kitchen.
An obliging bluerider passed down two plates pilled high with tasty edibles. The wing might not have been speaking, but they wouldn't let anyone go hungry. Pyralis was too close to allow that to happen.
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Post by cynath on Apr 23, 2007 7:36:24 GMT -5
S'frid took a seat slowly, aware of the cold gazes on him. Oh well. He made no greeting, since none were offered. Even to his brother whom sat a few seats down... and had probably started the fight. The bluerider wasn't overly worried about being involved in a brawl, however, amongst the flaring tempers and bodies that knew how to fight, S'frid not only looked out of place, but he almost looked innocently out of place. Like a lost rabbit among a pack wolves.
The thanked the other bluerider when food was set before him, not forgetting his manners. He smiled up at N'zule before he set to eating, his stomach aching for the food. It gave a soft growl, as he swallowed. And surprisingly... nothing splatted against his head, or shoulder, or back. Yes, he was glad to be away from the Weyrlings.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 23, 2007 23:52:53 GMT -5
N'zule peered at the other man, eating his food slowly and thoughtfully. He wasn't sure what to make of the man, and his air of not being there. It was odd, and very different from the way Ro- others would act around him.
He was also unsure about what to talk about. The pranks of Zahra was usually a good choice, but N'zule felt like S'frid might not be the best person to talk to about that. He seemed a little- well, off.
The new harpers? Nah, it sounded like he was trying to hard.
Wine vintages? No, that was even worse.
Unable to think of anything right off the top of his head, N'zule continued eating, hoping the strange man would think of something on his own.
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Post by cynath on Apr 24, 2007 9:55:19 GMT -5
S'frid ate in silence for a moment listening to the conversations whirl around them and realizing N'zule wasn't partaking in any. He glanced up at the larger man, suddenly pensive. He shoved another sthingyful of food into his mouth chewing and swallowing before he spoke.
"Did you hear anything about the Ista Gather?" he asked. It was a random and neutral topic.
He watched the other man with large dark blue eyes, another mouthful already being chewed again while he waited for the man to speak. He tried to stay away from Weyr politics as much as possible, that included discussion about leadership flights, statuses of Wings, etc. Anything else... was just as well spoken around the bluerider.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 24, 2007 23:10:27 GMT -5
"Of course!" The greenrider smiled, relieved. A Gather, especially from a place as far away as Ista, was always a safe choice for conversation.
"Did you go?" He asked, munching on a roll. "I did, but I didn't stay long." Delith had been irritated after a blue from Ista had teased her about her small statue, and had demanded in a huff they leave. At least there had been a chance to buy things, and get some fresh things for his weyr first.
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Post by cynath on Apr 26, 2007 10:36:42 GMT -5
S;frid shook his head at the other's question. "No, some of the older Weyrlings went and I was left the nanny the rest." a small frown pulled on the bluerider's brow, making him look slightly younger, and slightly cuter. He was cute when he was angry or confused.
"Was it fun?" A silly question, considering gatherings were always fun~! He chewed another mouthful while waiting for the other to answer, the dark blue eyes roaming around the table before landing on the larger man once again.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 26, 2007 20:30:05 GMT -5
"It was very fun!" N'zule said, slightly forcefully. "One of the biggest Gather's I'd ever seen- and fairly high quality too. It's too bad you couldn't get out to see it. Why didn't you demand some time off- it isn't fair of the Weyrling Master to foist them off on you."
N'zule took a big bite of meat, and waited for S'frid's response. The Greenrider had always figured that the bluerider's job duties would be fairly simple, and not time consuming.
It was obvious he's assumed differently, and the greenrider mentally crossed off helping with the Weyrlings as a job to take up ever.
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Post by cynath on May 1, 2007 12:39:38 GMT -5
S'frid smiled. "Good dragons, someone has to keep them Weyrlings in line while everyone else has fun." he mused over another sthingyful of food. His plate was almost empty, his hunger abating.
His smile was wide and friendly. Open to anything really.
He glanced back at his vacated seats, only to see several pairs of eyes watching them. The bluerider quickly averted his gaze to avoid the smiles and giggles that surely followed.
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