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 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:32 pm
[ Will be changed to PRP after the appropriate parties have joined. This is open to the first one or two fellows that would like to have a negative encounter with Miss Fabulous (that could later evolve into "friendship") and anyone she knows, who could possible calm her ire or distract her. ]
Avery was in a foul mood. The curly-haired, stunning young woman was simply not having things go her way, and that always put her in a funk. The pair of gloves she'd wanted to wear were currently missing [something that rankled, as she was usually very carefully organized about her possessions], her breakfast had been subpar, and neither Kesslan nor Uuni had taken the time to check in with her lately.
Damn them, and their dragons. K'lan was living it up at High Reaches, making fast friends and impressing superiors with she and Condoroth's precision in drills. Uuni's life was devoted to that adorable, prankster of a weyrling she'd Impressed only months prior, and well...
Avery was lonely. Sort of. Maybe.
Beside all of that, her new betting stones were late in arrival. Her father was supposed to have sent them a fortnight prior, yet the runner had yet to show up.
A scowl marred her pretty face and when she was jostled in the corridor, she snapped, the green Sparta on her shoulder screeching with hostility.
"Don't touch me!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 9:05 pm
Panata, as opposed to Avery, seemed to be having something of a decent day. He'd gone over well with the Healers, who were impressed with his recovery and the fact he could move his arms up a lot more than they'd suspected (still needed work though), and he'd left them in jolly spirits. Atop his head rode his faithful Meisir, the beast hardly leaving his side since his release a little over three sevendays ago, his ever watchful eyes keeping a look out on the people the pair passed.
There were no plans to be done today after the check-up what with many of the Candidates having gone back to the Hold or their Halls, Panata having stayed behind due to his injuries, though the ever helpful youth was debating on checking in places to see if he could lend a hand. Panata wasn't feeling overly helpful today, more like overly idle. He'd spent so much time doing nothing that he was dying to do anything.
So lost in his thoughts he was that Panata wasn't paying attention, his shoulder colliding with that of another as he made his way through the crowded halls. While he normally would have stopped anyway to apologize, the fact that this figure seemed content to yell as if they wanted to eat his face off caused him to freeze in his tracks.
Wait, what?
It'd been an accident!
"It was an accident, I'm sorry."
He did his best to sound serious, apologetic, but atop his head Meisir hissed out a warning at the Green before the pair that seemed like it had a stick under its wing.
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