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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:02 am
Onie
It was late in the afternoon when Yokaith had become sleepy enough to let Onie leave her side. After many reassurances of a speedy return (most of them unheard as the gold was quickly asleep) the tall girl had let her long stride carry her from her cot in the Weyrling barracks. Onie was most definitely on a mission -- it was evident in the determined sound of her footfalls and in the haste of her progress.
At some time during the Hatching, the whirlwind of caring for a newborn, the feast, and meeting the other dragonriders and weyrlings, Onie had discovered that her clothing was not appropriate for weyrlife. Her entire chest was filled with dresses. As simple as they were it would still be difficult to navigate through her lessons as a weyrling, and impossible to ride her Yokaith in the future. After a few nights of tossing and turning she had finally asked around the lower caverns, and was directed to the stores. It was time for some proper bottoms and effecient tunics.
Onie had finally reached the stores and was inside. Chests were everywhere, each with a sign indicating it's contents. Her brow creased as she realized that finding clothes to fit her tall, slender frame would not be easy. Neither would finding boots. With a sigh, she knelt in front of a chest marked 'tunics' and opened it, beginning the search for a less decorative and more useful set of clothing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:23 pm
Since the hatching, Epeelyn hadn't had much to do. Sure, the chore from the candidate master were time consuming, but there were only so many times doing them before they become quick and routine. And while Epee would have loved more to do, she wasn't willing to brave Myrelli's anger. So that left her with playing with her flitts and practicing her tumbling.
She would be with Duran and Little Sister, but the bronze had taken off earlier this morning after being fed. The green was still here, though, content to sit on Epee's shoulder, nuzzling and cooing to Epee at random intervals. Tumbling was a no go as well. She'd been doing it so often she'd managed to sprain her wrist. The candidate wouldn't be doing anything more for a few days, and so was content to leave it wrapped in a sturdy bandage for a few days.
At the moment, having finished with her chores, she was just lazing around the lower caverns, pretty much just looking for something to do or someone to bother. Spotting Onie, the gold weyrling, Epee grew curious when she disappeared into the stores. Hoping up, she trotted after the taller girl, poking her head in and watching her start going through a chest. Realizing the weyrling was getting new clothing, Epee looked down at her own thread bare clothing. She'd neglected to get anything new since arriving, but it wasn't in her nature to look for new things. Shrugging, she decided she'd help the other girl. There was nothing better to do anyway.
"Need some help?" she asked as she walked forward, one hand on her hip as the other petted Little Sister. There was a friendly smile on her face, but a normal, wicked twinkle was in her amber eyes.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:15 pm
Onie
"Oh!" Onie cried as she started. The sound of Epeelyn's voice had snatched her from her careful examination of a garishly yellow tunic. She turned her head to look at the girl, vaguely recognizing her but not knowing from where.
"I don't need help, exactly," she said after a pause, speaking slowly. Her bright emerald eyes were downcast as she thought. "I am trying to find some suitable clothing for Weyrling lessons and the like, as all I have are dresses. These trunks, though . ." She gestured to the numerous chests and shelves lining the walls, littering the middle of the floor. The room was packed with containers of every size and material, which were filled with clothes.
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