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 Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:17 pm
((This is intended for Candidates, but anyone can join. <3 It takes place in the Weyr kitchens.))
Bethan scuffled with obvious apprehension into the Kitchens. She had arranged for this meeting (with prior permission). It seemed proper that all the Candidates met. Maybe a clutch would be upon the Sands soon, and if that happened... they'd all be equal, and hopefully not enemies at that point. So... a meet and greet.
Bethan checked over a pot of klah she had 'borrowed' for all who chose to came. Little notes left on each bed in the dormitories wasn't the best of ideas... But she didn't have a fire lizard, which would have made the whole process of sending messages so much easier. Ah well. It wasn't exactly a hardship- it just felt sneaky and underhanded... which felt rather good, to be obvious.
There were also several cups stacked alongside the pitcher. Bethan hadn't been sure of the number of Candidates the Weyr held at the moment- she had just put an invitation on each bed and hoped for the best. At least she hadn't been wasteful. Inferior paper and inferior writing tools had been fine for /this/task.
Food? No. Bethan wasn't a silly socialite. People could get food for themselves. Independence was the key, wasn't it? If you wanted to Impress, you had to have special qualities. Bethan wasn't one to believe in coddling, and if this meant having some people being mad at her... so be it.
Now was just the waiting, as long as it may seem. Drumming her fingers absentmindedly, Bethan chewed on a strand of her own dirty blonde hair. Oh yes, waiting. May as well make the best of it, and let her mind wander... Onto dragons, of course. Bethan couldn't help dreaming of dragons now that she was here, at the Weyr. She hadn't yet met any dragonriders besides the one who Searched her... and she was eager, ever so eager. Maybe one would come to the kitchen for a snack? One could only hope.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:14 pm
Kalhin walked slowly to the kitchen having woken from his nap to a stomach growling demanding him to feed it. That and his flit scolding him when he finally started to the door to take her and feed her as well. Her small little claws where set firmly in his shirt as she laid around his neck like a living necklace of green and teased at the hem of his shirt.
He stroaked the flit gently trying to calm her, at least make stop destorying the hem of his shirt. "Sonia no stop chewing on my shirt. Ouc." He pulled his finger back when she nipped it. "That doesn't mean you can eat my finger either."
A pause and glance at the girl in the kitchen. Almost as if she was waiting for something, perhaps someone. He shrugged and went to find his flit a meal and himself a snack before the flit took he could be the snack.
Sonia flicked her green whip like tail as she eyed Bethan from her perch, head resting against the youngman's collar bone. She gave a small peep and kept nibbling demanding her feed. She wanted to be feed.
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