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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 29, 2007 22:33:23 GMT -5
P'len knew his family had one dinner a week away from the crowds of the Weyrhall. The room was always nicely set up with enough seats for all of the kids, the parents, and a few extra chairs, just in case. It was fairly well known, and people looking for a place to hid out from a ranker had a habit of appearing.
The Weyrling Bronzerider wasn't there to hide from anyone, but because he knew his brothers wouldn't miss it, and because his sisters wouldn't miss it either. He missed his family something awful, and was glad that he could convince them to see him.
What he hadn't expect was to walk in a few minutes early, and see his grandfather, Ph'yen, standing their with his failed Gold Candidate turned weyrmate Avinely. They were both older, but still retained the good looks they'd blessed the entire family with.
And then he'd found himself sitting a chair awkwardly while Faloa and Wyloa bustled about setting up their little dining table, Irasti and Woalen stared at Ph'yen with open mouth shock, and Ph'yen gave P'len a long congratulations speecha about how blood ran true, and how glad he was that someone in his family Impressed- well.
It was a most welcome distraction when the door opened once more. P’len smoothed his gray riding leathers, hoped his hair still looked good, and hoped for the best.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 30, 2007 21:37:29 GMT -5
That had been the most boring chore...he couldn't believe he had to do it all alone either. By most standards it was cruel and unusual punishment. Trouble for sneaking a few bubbly pies from the kitchen for a few lovely acquaintances. Well it had seemed a good idea at the time. He wasn't about to do it again any time soon.
Stopping before the door to his family's dwelling, he sniffed his shirt. Good, he didn't smell bad. No one would guess he had been doing that. He cleared his throat and opened the door. "I'm home!" He said, loud enough for his mother to hear but before he could ask what was for dinner he noted there were a few people at the table he didn't want to see.
"Ma!" He turned the corner into another room dissapearing from the view of their "guests". He found his mother and quickly spat out the following, " I have some plans...ummm.... I'll be back later." She gave him a look that suggested he better stay and do exactly as he was told to do. "I can't sit at table with them. Especially not with grandfather. Not after how he treated father."
Why was grandfather here? Just because Pylen impressed to a Bronze didn't mean he had to sit at table with him like he was a normal human being. His green eyes rolled, as his mother went off on how if his father could do it, so could he. WAH WAH WAH... her voice went in one ear and out the other. He would behave as far as being civil. HE wouldn't bother looking at or speaking to them. It would be best if he ignored their existence.
Phwyn walked back out into the other room, not greeting anyone. He didn't even look at P'len or his grandparents. Sitting across from Irasti, their foster sister, he took in her excited face with disgust. No doubt she'd spend all night chatting her head off.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 2, 2007 0:45:16 GMT -5
Irasti did actually feel a little like talking. With the appearance of her still unchanged brother, things were normal enough for her to stop looking slack jawed, and start talking.
And then he pulled my hair!" Her story had been long, complex, and perhaps not the best suited for the table, and at least it disguised exactly how quiet everyone was being.
Faloa started to place the dishes down, though it appeared she was slightly unsure if she should serve her grandparents. Deciding not too- if they were going to eat here, they could behave like the rest of the family, she took her seat, next to her mother, and started to fill up her plate.
"Do any of you have children?" Avinely asked, sounding interested. It seemed unlikely that the woman who was so obviously fascinated by her newly reunited family was the reason they'd split. Leaving Ph'yen as the likely culprit, and he was giving a bored look that was making P'len upset. She was young, and this jerk shouldn't have been judging her.
However, he was more fascinated by his brother, who seemed to be doing everything in his power not to look at P'len. So P'len stared at him, wondering how uncomfortable he'd have to make Phywn to make the younger boy acknowledge his presence.
"Unless I can have blonde children, the answer to that is no." P'len replied, still watching Phywn.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 2, 2007 17:50:52 GMT -5
Phwyn glared at Irasti and gave her a lslight kick under the table. HE almost told her to stop chatting about stuff no one wants to hear but that would have made her cry. If it was one thing he couldn't stand it was crying over stupid things like that. Unfortunately the other things he couldn't stand were sitting at the table already.
As much as he tried to ignore it, he felt P'len's eyes on him. He wasn't going to look at him. His green eyes shifted from Irasti to his grandmother. He wondered how much of this abandonment she had been involved in. She seemed sweet if not a slight bit, slow. Sadly he didn't look a lot like her...except for the eyes. He had her eyes. Subtle, green and very endearing.
His grandfather was another story, he didn't feel he looked like him at all either. Must have gotten more of his mother's looks. That of course suited him fine. His grandfather was only talking to P'len and not to him, though grandmother was trying to make conversation unsuccessfully. He decided to speak in a sarcastic way, "Oh well, I could have children but I make it a habit to only sleep with greenriders." He meant female greenriders but they could take it as they would.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 4, 2007 16:22:04 GMT -5
To give Avinely some credit, she didn't looked to shocked over what Phywn said. P'len didn't bother to stop his chuckle. Sometimes he didn't believe the things his younger brother did.
"Oh, well, that's, uh, nice." Avinely said, her eyes wide. She'd never gotten used to the idea of men liking each other in that way, but to give her credit, at least she didn't get upset by it anymore.
"This is very good food!" And it was, P'len had to agree with the older lady- at least she was trying to make this somewhat normal. And everyone was giving her odd looks. P'len wondered if he shouldn't leave the room to laugh, but decided against it.
"Faloa and mother are both very good at anything they put their mind too." He said, his voice holding an edge of amusement. "Just like everyone else in this family."
Unfortunately, his grandfather seemed to take this as an invitation to start speaking about his family- and well, that wasn't going to end well.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 4, 2007 17:03:52 GMT -5
Phwyn didn't say anything after his grandmother commented on the food. If it was so good, why wasn't she eating it instead of trying to start meaningless conversations. No one else was trying to converse except for Irasti who he had shut up with that nudge of his and P'len, who seemed to think his words would be appreciated by the rest of the table.
Grandfather began to speak about his family and it was all Phwyn could do to keep his mouth shut and listen.
When he got to the part about father being a dissapointment, Phwyn looked over at his father who seemed to be glaring at his dinner. Then he went on about how finally the family tradition was being carried on through P'len.
Phwyn stood up out of his chair, gave an apologetic look to his mother and walked out of the room, towards his own, sleeping area. He wasn't going to sit there and be insulted by that old Bronzeriding fool. He had had enough.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 11, 2007 21:28:02 GMT -5
As his Grandfather spoke, P'len felt himself grow just a little sick. This pompous cretin was despicable, and needed to be taken down a notch. But P'len wasn't the person to do it- in truth, it would have to be there father for it to have any effect. A Bronzerider yelling at another Bronzerider would change nothing in Phinely's relationship with his father.
And so he choked down his anger, and tried to give his father a look to make this stop- and when Phwyn got up and stormed off, P'len grabbed the excuse to leave. He couldn't- wouldn't watch his father be treated like a child and do nothing about it. It wasn't in his blood.
He stood up and followed Phwyn silently, before his sister or mother had a chance to move. It was better this way, he wanted to tell them. They needed to stand up for themselves.
Arriving at Phwyn's sleeping chambers, P'len looked in.
"I'm nothing like him you know."
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 11, 2007 21:37:59 GMT -5
Not much time had passed when another person was in his doorway. It could have been anyone but Phwyn had known his brother long enough to know who it was. Phwyn wasn't facing him but facing his bed. P'len wasn't at all like their grandfather, he was right about that.
His voice was sort of quiet, and calm, "I know." He then sat on his bed, facing his brother. "It was never about the dragon, P'len." He looked down at his own hands. Tired of having to keep his thoughts to himself, he told him what it was that bothered him.
"I actually met a Bronzer the other day who thought I was mad because I was jealous. Now you and I both know what I am like when I'm jealous and it wasn't that. I just feel left behind. I'm stuck in the Candidate class all over again. Sure there are a lot of new faces but I'm alone. We've never been apart from eachother this much. I just miss having you around big brother." He missed his best friend. Was that so hard for everyone to understand. Sure he had used the dragon as an excuse but regardless of the color, the dragon had seperated his brother from him.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 11, 2007 22:07:13 GMT -5
P'len took a seat as well. He wasn't going to stand like some sharding teacher, that was for sure. The bed was just as he remembered it, from back before. He listened to what Phwyn said, not judging, just happy that his brother was finally speaking to him again.
"I've missed you too, Bro." P'len never really had a problem expressing his emotions, and it wasn't going to start now. "You're my best friend, and I'd rather be back in Candidate classes with you than in Weyrling classes without you. And it's worse when I can't even go see you. Nargoth may need me, but I can see come see you and the crowd sometimes!"
Yes, the lack of a real social life was slowly driving P'len crazy. Nothing like a woman filled world coming to a complete stop, and then no release in any other way to make a teen boy a little more strange. And wired.
"You hear what I'm saying?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 11, 2007 22:19:12 GMT -5
Phwyn nodded. He knew that they were both feeling the same thing. They were too close to let this stay between them. Phwyn had needed time to deal with his issues. No one understood that for some reason.
"So, what do you say we get outta here before mother comes to find us?" Phwyn really didn't want his mother to make him sit at that table another second. He knew she wanted them to be strong for father but father needed to be strong for himself now.
Phwyn had moved off the bed and peeked a head out into the hallway, no one was coming. Perfect. "How did you like that greenrider line. HAH! Grandmother thinks I'm gay!" He obviously found it amusing. He waited another couple second before walking across to the back door. "You know, the girls miss you as much as you miss them. But you only have about five months left and you can enjoy that part of life again." Phwyn didn't personally like the idea of being celibate for a whole Turn.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 11, 2007 22:28:20 GMT -5
"I'm counting the days until that part of my life is over." P'len agreed, following his brother, trying not to make too much noise. He didn't want anyone from the dinner party to realize they were getting away.
"And speaking of the girls- I can't do much, but what do you say we go at least see some?"
The only girls he'd spoken to in the last five months were either pregnant, barely in their teens, a Goldrider, or Holderbred(and might faint if he flirted with them), and the idea of seeing good Weyrbred girls was a temptation he didn't want to resist.
"Not that you like them or anything. But I'm sure we can find some nice "greenrider" for you to talk too." P'len smirked. Poor woman, thinking there was something wrong with that- and not listening to the gossip enough to realize it wasn't true.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 11, 2007 22:37:02 GMT -5
"Oh, brother my brother, we are going to see some Weyrbred girls. The best kind!" He laughed. Now that they were in the corridor outside he could be loud. "There were some sad faces among the girls Candidates too you know. Don't worry, I told them they could find you soon enough and then you'd be a Bronzerider, a novelty to women."
Phwyn was walking down toward a usual hangout for their 'crew' of friends. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. There is an absolutely gorgeous girl in the Candidate class. She's been fairly easy going thus far. You might want to be introduced at some point. Apparently she also has a sister."
Though the young man wasn't always thinking about women, they were a huge part of his life now. He never met a girl he didn't like. Even the less attractive girls had something about them he could like. "Afterwards, I'd like to meet this Nargoth of yours. He's probably very understanding if he has had to put up with you all this time."
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 11, 2007 22:56:09 GMT -5
"And she's got a sister?" P'len grinned. This could be fun. "What's her name, and what's her story?"
He didn't need to ask what she looked like- his brother and himself both had excellent taste, and he doubted any woman he said was good looking at all would disappoint. He continued walking, slowing his brisk pace down once they were a good deal away from the living area of their family. He wanted to be caught up on everything before he came to see the beauties of the Weyr- didn't want to put his foot in his mouth after all.
"And Nargoth is very excited about meeting you. He wants a chance to meet someone new to confuse." The little bronze was very fond of talking. And even more fond of using words that P'len was certain he'd never heard used before. Big words. It was even beginning to effect his vocabulary, and if he found out which dragon was funneling these words to his dragon, it would all cease.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 11, 2007 23:05:41 GMT -5
"Her name is Elra and I don't know her entire story yet. I think she and her sister might be twins." Just from the way the girl had talked about it. Sounded like she had had to be fostered out because her mother had died. Which would mean the girls could be twins. She doubted her sister was older than her, the way she talked of her.
"I will know more soon enough." Phwyn slowed as his brother did. "Oh, don't hit on Kalieta, she's technically in a serious relationship. He's a big guy... we don't want broken noses. Oh and Waverly is pregnant so don't say anything about her weight. Stupid blue rider, knocked her up.... Anyway her brother nearly went to beat the rider up but apparently they were in love and she doesn't want her brother to hurt him. BEst to avoid the subject altogether."
Phwyn almost forgot. "Oh and one more thing. Make sure you don't flirt too much the girls might think your completely back." He didn't want any broken hearts or hurt feelings when P'len wouldn't do anything. Silly Weyrling laws.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 11, 2007 23:22:11 GMT -5
P'len waved his arm in a dismissive fashion.
"Tell me Brother of mine, have I ever been stupid enough to comment on a woman's weight? P'len shook his head. "And thank you for warning me about Kalieta. She's always such fun to flirt with. Is Marua still her charming self?"
He gave his brother a wink. "And no warning is needed. Nargoth's pleasant little hide will probably keep me from getting in too deep anyway." Not all of the girls in their circle were completely Weyrbred after all, and certain girls were like tunnelsnakes when it came to rank.
They'd want to know everything about him- what his rank was inside of his class, and if he could be counted on to rise in the ranks. The though of those girls trying to sink their claws into him almost made him want to turn around, and skip the flirting.
Then thoughts of Kalinda and Adalia and Ishuna rose in his mind, and he couldn't wait to arrive.
"Twins do you say? Well that's rare. Sounds good even- means I don't have to steal this girl from you, hmm?"
And P'len knew he could. He was, well, gifted in that sense.
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