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Post by Mariya on Oct 20, 2008 15:56:36 GMT -5
Xiarl stood in the room scowling. It had been a long day already and the day was only half over. Part of him almost regretted insisting on all three of them going. Part of him was happy. Their home was getting oppressive and he was wanting to get around people more. Privately he wasn't quite sure whether it was males or females he wanted to be around more. Xian and Xiana were the only ones he had talked to basically for the past three years.
There was a press at the end of his bed and Xiarl went about repacking his clothes into it, albeit how few there were. He had a few mark pieces left from teh last harvest. Perhaps the three of them could get something at the next gather. For the upteenth time, he wondered where Xian was. He should have been right behind him in getting to their alloted barracks. This did not abode well.
Or perhaps he was helping Xiana get settle in?
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Post by meah on Oct 22, 2008 15:55:45 GMT -5
Xian was optimistic about this new home, Araelen Weyr. Perhaps, here, he would be able to escape his brother for a few moments every so often, to go see Xiana without Xiarl leaning over his shoulder every few minutes. At the moment, he was making sure she had everything she needed before he pattered off obediently to make Xiarl's bed. Finally, he would get ready himself, to be presentable and to simply live there.
Sighing, he shuffled across from the girls quarters he wasn't technically supposed to be in into his own quarters. Xiarl was probably angry with him for taking so long to assist in the effort to unpack the few garments worthy of the elder brother's wearing.
The boy easily spotted his twin and moved quickly to stand at his heel, placing a soft hand on his brother's shoulder to let him know he was there. "Xiarl...Do you require my assistance in this task?" He asked as he always did when he knew that Xiarl wasn't going to order him to help. It wasn't that the boy didn't want help so much as that he didn't want to ask for it. Xian knew his brother too well to think he didn't want someone else to do it for him.
He quietly stood behind Xiarl, waiting with saintly patience for the anger he was certain would lash back at him when his brother decided to respond.
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Post by Mariya on Oct 24, 2008 16:01:17 GMT -5
"Xiarl...Do you require my assistance in this task?"
Xiarl sighed. He hated when Xian used that voice with him. At least for the moment he did not require assistance. The task was already done.
"Where were you? Were you helping Xiana? How is she settling in?" Xiarl was trying to be solicitious. Of course it came out snarily. "Hurry up and unpack into your press, or the master will have your hide, and I'll have your hide after him."
He tried to have patience with his twin, but Xian had some strange ideas. At least if he was helping Xiana, he was doing something useful. At least...
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Post by meah on Nov 2, 2008 0:48:10 GMT -5
Xian sighed softly. Once again, Xiarl was angry with him for not being there at the exact second he wanted him to be.
"Where were you? Were you helping Xiana? How is she settling in?"
Xian nodded. Of course he was. He knew Xiarl knew him better than that. If he wasn't following in his brother's literal footsteps, Xian was bound to be with their sister. The younger twin had a devotion to the girl-child that their brother would probably never understand. Respectfully, he spoke slowly. "I was helping Xiana. She seems to be doing quite well, considering the circumstances. Better than we could have hoped."
"Hurry up and unpack into your press, or the master will have your hide, and I'll have your hide after him."
Of course, Xiarl would expect them to be in the candidatemaster's office moments after their arrival. Never mind the fact that the man hadn't requested to see them until nearly supper time that night. They were going to be overly prompt, to the point that they were annoyingly early. The boy quickly slipped his few tunics out and folded them and put them away.
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Post by Mariya on Jun 5, 2009 15:56:44 GMT -5
"I was helping Xiana. She seems to be doing quite well, considering the circumstances. Better than we could have hoped."
Xian was talking in that slow voice that sometimes infuriated Xiarl and this was one of them. "Xian...," he warned his brother. The last three years since their father died had been hard on both of them. And Xiarl couldn't stand to have anybody chosen over him, especially their little sister. He was the eldest and deserved the preferential treatment. "Don't talk that way. Of course, Xiana would be settling in that fast. She's just a girl."
He waited with undue patience as his twin finished putting their meager amount of clothes away. Xiarl had spotted several of the overfull presses and was almost ashamed of their poorness. Perhaps after they impressed those circumstances would improve. He had heard rumors of Weyr food and grinned to himself. As long as he didn't have to cook, he was happy with food for hte most part.
"Come on Xian, we need to get to the Weyrmaster as soon as possible. I don't want him to have a horrible opinion of us the first day," he chided his brother, not realizing how hard he was on his brother.
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