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Post by Cilnah on Jul 2, 2008 16:14:48 GMT -5
What was it about being a Weyrbrat that made a person perfect for kitchen duty? The girl sitting cross-legged on the floor sighed, and set down the rag on the lip of the rather giant bowl she'd been cleaning. It was exactly the same as the dozens of other bowls stacked in neat piles scattered about the room. Cilnah held up her hands for inspection. "I look like an old person," she muttered, wiping her decidedly wet palms on her bottoms. After yet another sigh, she pucked up the rag and took two swipes at the grimy bowl. "I though that coming here would get me off of kitchen duty, but I'm an old prune more now than I was at the old Weyr." She was complaining to herself, of course, as she usually was, but that didn't bother her too much. What did give her concern was the fact that, at least back then there had been children to get her out of washing dishes every once and a while. But not here. Her it was dishes, and stirring the soup, or peeling vegetables all day.
It'll all be worth it one day, she kept reminding herself, though at the moment it did little to alleviate her irritation. There was a clutch now though, she thought with a grin. Another chance for her to Impress. She still wasn't sure what it was that her brother had said to convince their mother to allow her to come to the future on the back of his beautiful blue dragon, but whatever it was, Cilnah was in his debt, and willingly so. She'd always been the weird kind who'd gotten along with her siblings. Speaking of which... She hadn't seen N'yrl in a while. She wondered what he was up to. The distracted girl stood, gleaming bowl in hand, and rested it on the nearest stack, watching as it wobbled precariously. It was the smallest pile though, and she wasn't about to start a new one for just one dish.
"Finally!" Cilnah grinned, proud of the job she'd done. Her hands felt like they had blisters buried deep under the skin, but that was a feeling she was used to by now. She wiped her hands once more and turned to the roaring fire in the hearth. That was the second of her kitchen duties. It was her job to make sure the fire didn't go out under the giant pot. It have contained soup at the moment, but the girl could have sworn it was big enough to take a bath in. Which is exactly what she wanted to do after this grimy experience. After poking the fire twice, she tossed on a bit more fodder, and stretched her hands over her head, giving a soft groan when she felt her shoulders creak and pop. "I've been bent over those blasted bowls for too long," she complained to herself. But at least it was done. No more dishes for a few days at least. That was a bright spot in the rather dull existence she was leading right now.
Walking out of the cooking den, Cilnah flopped down on one of the many benches that were scattered across the eating area, and folded her arms across its smoothed, if ragged, surface. "Kitchen duty bites hard," she complained, resting her head on her arms, and slowly closing her emerald eyes. For a moment, she rested there in silence, until a determined, insistent pounding forced her to reach up with her right hand and pull the restraint from her hair, letting it fall loose to her waist and alleviating the slight headache that had started nearly an hour earlier while she was bent over the dishes. She forced her fingers through the waves, then carefully sunk her teeth into the band and slipped it onto her wrist. Her hand fell back to the table with a soft thump, followed by a long sigh. "I wonder how Mom and Dad are doing?"
She found her thoughts going more and more back to her family, wondering what was going on with them, though she knew technically they weren't alive anymore. It was many, many turns in real time, but in her mind, it was only two turns since she'd hugged her smallest sibling good-bye. She still held out hop that one day the little one would show up on the back of a straggler dragon, but as she kept telling herself, that was unlikely to happen. A heavy sigh pushed from Cilnah's chest, and she shook her head from the confines of her arms. "Give it up girl," she whispered to herself, and allowed her mind to go blessedly blank, enjoying the silence of the empty kitchen.
ooc:// Hope this was okay for an opening post. ^-^
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Post by sapphire on Jul 2, 2008 17:29:02 GMT -5
(It's a great first post!)
Kera, again had ran out of meat for Lyric. "I'm getting very tired going all over the Weyr for you,"Kera muttered to Lyric. Lyric churpped. Kellis followed his friend, and sniffed at the floor. Kera saw a girl sitting at one of the tables, and wondered if it was the new kitchen worker girl.
**She looks like a sweet girl!"Kera thought, and sat down beside her.
"Hello my name's kera, and I'm the weyrharper"kera said politly,"What's your name?"
Lyric sqwaked and flapped his wings because Kera was not getting him food.
"Fine........wait a little bit will you!"Kera said and got up, knowing that he would not wait another minute.
"Do you know where I could find some left over meat?....It's okay if you don't I'll just find some myself"Kera said to the girl.
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Post by Cilnah on Jul 3, 2008 13:21:12 GMT -5
Cilnah looked up at the sudden chatter. There was a whirl of words dumped on her, only a few of which she recognized. "My name is Cilnah," she answered, wondering how she hadn't met this girl in the two years since she'd come to the Weyr. "There's a bit of leftover meat in the cooking den. I'll get it for you." Quietly, she stood and walked the few yards into cove and rummaged around, and a moment later, she returned to the main dinning hall, the meat in her arms. "Here you are," the girl said, placing the food on the table in front of... What had she said her name was? Oh yes. Kera.[/size]
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Post by sapphire on Jul 3, 2008 15:21:25 GMT -5
"Thank you so much Cilnah!" and gave Lyric some of the meat. He ate it hungirliy.
"Cilnah, this is my flitter friend, Lyric, and my guard, Kellis"Kera said. **She's a nice girl,**Kera thought. **Is she a kitchen worker?why is she in here alone?**Kera wondered.
"Why are you in here alone?"Kera asked. and when she aswered, "are you a kitchen worker then?"
Kera pulled up her gutair and strum a chord. "Would you like me to play you a new song I wrote, or would you like me to leave you alone?"Kera asked her.
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 5, 2008 11:48:07 GMT -5
"I think you should leave."
Walking into the kitchen, the comment was thrown out there, the speaker's gaze flickering from the girl's face to the weyrharper. He was intense, profound, and powerful, but he seemed very calm as he walked with a fluid grace to stand infront of the two females. He seemed so calm, leaning back slightly, relaxed, but the boy's placid exterior barely hid the seething intensity of emotional energy under his skin as he fought to stand still, to quell the restless energy that drove him. Agression, although harnessed, played in his eyes as he waited for her to speak, and the immense forcefulness that ran his mind was barely contained.
Meet Kalaessran. He was quick, continuing to watch them with his magnetic intensity, his strangely hypnotic personality fighting to escape the tranquil, but watchful composure he maintained. He had dismissed the Weyrharper from the moment she had spoken, and focused all attentions on the girl he had been called to come and meet, to help with, yuck, chores. However, despite the energy that flowed through him, and despite the arrogant and lordly aura he seemed to have, his expression was thoughtful, dignified, and reserved, kept affable and courteous as he continued the conversation.
"Music is a waste of time, and we apparently have work to do."
Nevermind that he was late to the chores, but he had a leginimate excuse. However, now was not the time for that explanation. He hated music, and thought down on all Haper's. They were good for writing, and for keeping the records. Other than that, they were just an excuse of space. Have a good impression of Kal yet? Don't worry, we aren't even getting started yet.
Dark brown eyes, the color of red clay looked over the girl. She was just a few inches shorter than his lengthy frame, and he always enjoyed talking to people he didn't have to look down at. The silver flecks that were embedded in them danced, giving away his amusment with the way things were turning out, and his lithe, long-jointed frame moved a few steps closer to her. Some people hated meeting his eyes, penetrating, seeming to look at only one person and being very intimidating. One hand sweeping back the jet black hair that was the same coloring as her's -he really had to remember to cut it one of these days-, he bowed fluidly to her, smiling his crooked smile.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm Canidate Journeyman Healer Kalaessran, but you may call me Kal. Titles bore me."
He winked one eye, keeping the smirk on his face.
"I do apologize for being late, I was helping in the infirmary."
Even as he finished bowing, you could see him almost physically draw back from the center of activity, yet he still kept the watchfulness that was part of his character. His words were spoken with depth of character and passionate conviction that was almost overwhelming, yet he was deeply sensitive and easily moved by his emotions. His sensitivity, mind you, together with a propensity for extreme likes and dislikes, make him easily hurt, quick to detect insult or injury to himself (often when none is intended) and easily aroused to ferocious anger, which is why he did not like Kera. This, as you can see, showed in his destructive speech, and makes him lifelong enemies by his outspokenness, for he finds it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom he has taken a dislike.
Plus, he was rebellious against conventions, and was a political extremist to the point where hatred of the establishment made him an utterly unscrupulous terrorist. He hated people higer than him, unless they showed they could be respected. She was a harper, making her, although unfairly, someone he would never like.
So, now that you've meet Kal, I do hope you take my advice, and run, for the party, as he stayed intently focused on his new plaything, had just begun.
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Post by sapphire on Jul 5, 2008 19:59:09 GMT -5
"I think you should leave."
A man walked into the room. "Hmm?" Kera said, pretending not to here him. Kellis growled, and Lyric hissed.
" Well, I'm sorry to bother you with music then"Kera smiled.
"See you around then, Clinah"Kera said.
and left and called to kellis because he looked like he was going to pounce on the intruder.
Then she left....
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Post by Cilnah on Jul 5, 2008 20:11:51 GMT -5
Did this woman realize how much of a chatterbox she was? It was a nearly constant stream of words flowing from her mouth and into the air which, unfortunately, lead straight to her ears. Cilnah watched the creature called Lyric chomp on the meat she had just provided for him. Well, that's an original name for a Harper, she though, her mind's tone filled to overflowing with sarcasm. It was only with an effort that she kept from rolling her eyes. Normally, she wasn't this unpleasant, but the few hours of bending over bowls and scrubbing them 'till there were blisters on her hands had placed the girl in a rather foul mood.
"I'm a candidate, actually," she answered in a brief moment of blessed silence. "Kitchen duty just happens to be my assigned chore." She was debating the best, and politest, way to ask Kera to leave when a masculine voice saved her the trouble, though she wasn't too terribly pleased with the tone he used with which to do it. Glancing up from her place on the bench, she studied her new companion with an intensity that nearly matched his own. The Weyrbrat didn't flinch from his gaze, and instead returned it, allowing a brief flicker of gratitude to enter her emerald eyes before she turned to Kera. "Though I don't agree with his assessment of music, I do think it would be best if you excused us,"" she said, an apologetic note in her otherwise cheerful voice. "I need to instruct our new companion here on what duties it is he needs to preform." She watched as the girl wondered out, calling her companions out after her.
Now with her attention fully focused on the boy who was, apparently, her chore mate, a tiny flicker of a grin crossed her lips. "It was so nice of you to join me in our work," Cilnah greeted him, answering his bow with a small on of her own, only enough to allow her midnight locks to fall over her shoulders. "My name is Cilnah, by the way, and that is what I am called, though if you find another name for me more fitting, you are welcome to it." Her lips pursed slightly. Perhaps that wasn't the pest offer to give him, but she'd been called many things by many people, and there was little that bothered her nowadays.
"Now then... Kal, was it? As for our work, my bit is done. Thank the heavens." This last was mumbled to herself. "I sincerely hope your trip to the infirmary wasn't for an injury, because what's left is cleaning out the hearth, mopping the cooking cavern and the eating hall, as well as organizing and putting away the foodstuffs." She'd chosen the job that took the most time, but required the least effort for her mind, which allowed her imagination to wander, as it was want to do the past few turns. The children of the old Weyr had at least allowed her active imagination to play out in a useful environment. Here, she was simply stuck with daydreaming, and creating fanciful new worlds all her own.
"However," Cilnah continued with a grin that was somewhere between mischievous and flirtation, "If you can come up with a good enough payment for my time to bargain with, I think I could be talked into helping you with your bit of chores. Does that sound like something you would be interested it?"[/size]
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 7, 2008 7:20:46 GMT -5
Ah, well then. The plaything had a bite of it's own. She didn't look away, and was that? Awww, she was thankful of him. That was a first. Generally he had glares when he was so rude.
'Though I don't agree with his assessment of music, I do think it would be best if you excused us.'
"Why would that be?"
He felt the need to murmur, still watching her with a feral gaze.
'I need to instruct our new companion here on what duties it is he needs to preform.'
Plaything, plaything, plaything, you have much to learn. To proud to need help, he would not take her advice or her critic. Indeed, he would just end up hating her if she was too bossy.
'It was so nice of you to join me in our work. My name is Cilnah, by the way, and that is what I am called, though if you find another name for me more fitting, you are welcome to it.'
It wasn't the best thing to offer to him, no. He would soon enough give her a pet name, and then would never call her anything again. But at the moment he only smiled at her and nodded.
'Now then... Kal, was it? As for our work, my bit is done. Thank the heavens. I sincerely hope your trip to the infirmary wasn't for an injury, because what's left is cleaning out the hearth, mopping the cooking cavern and the eating hall, as well as organizing and putting away the foodstuffs.'
As she spoke, his face began to twist up, and by the time she was done speaking his nose was wrinkled and irritant was sparking in his eyes. It wasn't as though he even wanted to be a candidate, for god's sake. He'd done enough of these chores as a Healer Apprentice.
'However.'
This caught his attention, and his expression mellowed out as Kal watched her, slightly hawk-like, a little too eager to hear what she said.
'If you can come up with a good enough payment for my time to bargain with, I think I could be talked into helping you with your bit of chores. Does that sound like something you would be interested it?'
Suddenly, she was granted a rare thing. Generally just a crooked smile playing around his lips, she was flashed a full on bright grin that seemed to light up his face. He did enjoy the new plaything. She was funny.
"My dear lady, it seems as though I already gave you some payment. I got rid of that Weyrharper, and I did sense thankfulness somewhere in your polite exterior."
Now he closed in on her, taking a few steps nearer and stopping until he met her almost eye to eye, just barely looking down into bright green eyes. Just a few more inches and he would be pressed against her, and he was hoping that would make her nervous. Flustered people were always more fun.
"However, what would you consider payment?"
I beg of you girl, remember the old saying. Playing with fire only ends with burns.
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Post by Cilnah on Jul 7, 2008 13:29:13 GMT -5
His play of expressions was especially revealing, most noticeably his reactions when she listed the chores left to be done in the kitchens. That smile caught her by surprise, but all it earned him was a lifted brow, and a bit of a smirk. Her eyes danced playfully as he spoke and moved closer, into her personal space. Tilting her head back the smallest bit, she instead returned his smile, shifting her stance so the her arms dropped from across her chest. They clamped behind her back, giving her the look of something like an innocent, a Hold Lord's daughter, perhaps, or a Merchant's child.
"Well, you see Kal, that wasn't really payment. All you did was save me the trouble of asking her to leave myself, and that's really not all that big of a deal. Certainly not enough to merit my time and energy. I could be doing something much more entertaining, after all." Well, not really. This was actually the most fun she'd had in a while. It wasn't often she found someone who could match her in spirit.
"Now, it seems to me that a decent payment for time, is time. Doesn't that make sense to you?" She didn't bother to wait for an answer, and instead started to slowly circle around him, careful to keep as close to him as he came to her. Cilnah studied him quietly, taking two small circles before stopping in front of him once more. "I'm assuming you know of the Gather that's going to happen soon at Celos Hold? Well, I'd like to go, but those types of things are just no fun on one's own. So, here's what I want as payment. I help you with your chores, and you go to the Gather with me. Sound fair?" She smiled up at him with feigned innocence.
Either way, it was a win for her. She either got to be done with her work, or a companion for the Gather.[/size]
ooc:// Sorry for teh short post.
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 8, 2008 13:37:05 GMT -5
An open face, but a closed book, this boy-thing was. Not exactly open, he let what he wanted to let onto his face, and nothing more. Toy with the things around him, play with them, and life was much more fun. Personal space? Bah, who needed it? A flash of annoyance that he didn't mean to actually have didn't flicker through his eyes when she did fluster however. He was still human, of course, so things did slip, but it bothered him even more when poor Kal realized what he had done. She was a tricky one she was, but his new plaything was just letting him get more and more interested.
Kal mimicked her stance, taking loose arms and crossing them behind him. He would find something that bothered her, make my words. She was so… Not whiney. It gave her an advantage, and a disadvantage. First of all, the advantage she had was that he would not mercilessly find the parts of her that fired her up and sit there and kill it. But, the disadvantage was he was not growing tired of the girl, and he would not let her go now until he grew bored of her. Poor poor girl.
‘Well, you see Kal, that wasn't really payment. All you did was save me the trouble of asking her to leave myself, and that's really not all that big of a deal. Certainly not enough to merit my time and energy. I could be doing something much more entertaining, after all.’
A riased eyebrow as he waited for her to speak, the game of cat and mouse continuing. Who was cat and who was mouse? The world would never know. She was so interesting, someone that he could see himself devoting time to, and energy. A lazy child in some aspects, only when he saw something that he could merit from would he go after it, be it a new friend, or a new toy.
‘Now, it seems to me that a decent payment for time, is time. Doesn't that make sense to you?’
A rhetorical question, he kept his mouth shut. Even as she started to prowl around him he turned on the spot with her, never letting her leave his daunting gaze. A few times he brushed up against her, purposely, and not, waiting. She would never win.
‘I'm assuming you know of the Gather that's going to happen soon at Celos Hold?’
“Of course.”
‘Well, I'd like to go, but those types of things are just no fun on one's own. So, here's what I want as payment. I help you with your chores, and you go to the Gather with me. Sound fair?’
Fair? On a whim he burst out laughing the full smile on his face again as he bent down the odd centimeter to put him square in her face, his long nose barely brushing against hers.
“My darling, it would be a pleasure to accompany you to the Gather. But now I do have a confession, now that I have your word that you will help. I haven’t done these type of chores for at least a year, and never in a kitchen. I am, while talented enough, not into menial service, and I’m afraid you will have to help more than you thought.”
The joke my reader? Kal remembered how to do the work – practice makes perfect, of course. The laughing was caused by the fact that weather the girl would have wanted him to come with her or not, he would have found her. She was his new plaything, and he would not deny her the joy of getting to play with him.
[[ooc//self-centered arrogant twit. XDD]
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