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Post by Cilnah on Jul 10, 2008 15:03:44 GMT -5
A laugh of her ow escaped her chest as he bent down and placed his nose next to hers. Oddly, this didn't bother her in the least. Small children had no sense of personal space, after all. She actually leaned forward slightly so that their noses weren't just brushing, but pressed together lightly. This was one of the biggest little kids she'd come across. "Ah, but you see, I said I would help, but I never specified what I was going to help with." She wagged her finger in a rather teasing way and pulled back, seating herself back on the bench.
Cilnah didn't mind helping, not in the least, but there was no reason why she couldn't have a bit of fun with this boy before she admitted to that. He was having enough fun teasing her, after all. Wasn't it only fair for her to do the same to him. "I'll tell you what it is you need to do, and if you look too terribly incompetent, then I might jump in and help physically. After all, these will be your jobs until after your candidacy, so you need to learn how to do your work. There isn't always going to be someone there to do them for you."
It didn't really matter if he was 'in' to menial labor or not. He needed to realize that sometimes, one had to take responsibility and take things into their own hands. And what better time to learn then now? Besides, she was going to help him, she had agreed. But that didn't mean she'd do it instantly.
ooc:// Sorry it's so short.
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 10, 2008 15:52:02 GMT -5
Little kid! Had he heard her, he would have been offended. At nineteen, he considered himself an adult, and when he used the manners that he was born with, he seemed much older. A powerful personality, it ate him that she didn't have the same reaction to him that everyone else did. This would change, mark his words. He did enjoy the fact that she felt comfortable enough to press her's against his, and he flashed the smile again. It seemed she would call it out more than most people ever could.
'Ah, but you see, I said I would help, but I never specified what I was going to help with.'
He let her sit back down, stuffing his hands in his breech pockets and rocking back on his heels with that easy crooked smile raising as he listened to her.
'I'll tell you what it is you need to do, and if you look too terribly incompetent, then I might jump in and help physically. After all, these will be your jobs until after your candidacy, so you need to learn how to do your work. There isn't always going to be someone there to do them for you.'
He found her funny, smart, and someone that he enjoyed teasing. It would be better, though, if he could get her riled, and that was bothering him more than she would know. Instead he let a feral, predatory grin cross his face.
"Ah ah ah, my dove. You are trying to get me to admit that I would never be incompetent, because then you have just backed me into a trap of my own making. But you know that I would never be incompetent, thusly making it useless for me to say, because instead of wasting breath, pearl of my eye, we could be working."
The words flowed over his tongue easily as he did the reserve-physiology that he was so easy at, gifted with words and speaking.
"After my candidacy? Gem of the earth, you are also a candidate. And I beg to differ. Our infirmiry is severally under-manned, and all I have to do is request to spend my time there."
Smug and proud of himself, because that would have to make her mad, he placed a slim hand out.
"Now, I have chores to do, oh beauteous queen of the kitchen, and I require the help of you."
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Post by Cilnah on Jul 10, 2008 16:47:50 GMT -5
A smirk spread over her face. Gotcha, she thought leaning forward and resting her elbow on her knee, then propping her head on her palm. "But you just said you were never incompetent, so what would you need me to do?" Cilnah asked with a quirked brow. Even if he was trying to get out have having to do more work, it seemed as though he was just placing more of the load on himself. Her eyes danced with a mixture of amusement and challenge, wondering how he would get himself out of that one.
"As for your request to change to the Infirmary, that is not the only place in this Weyr that is in need of help. There are barely enough cooks to feed our population, not to mention clean up after it. And, as I am most willing to explain to our CandidateMaster, there will be less people in the Infirmary if the Kitchens are properly taken care of. And seeing as we are the only two assigned this duty, I am sure I can convince him that your help is needed here most of all."
A look that could match his in smugness passed over her face as she reached for his hand, and the girl grinned. After pulling herself up with his help, she brushed her clothes off ad smiled at him. "After you."
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 11, 2008 7:07:13 GMT -5
'But you just said you were never incompetent, so what would you need me to do?'
Even as she was believing she had gotten him, his own smirk rose to his face.
"My heart, you misunderstand. I'm incompetent, and you can always trust an incompetent person to be incompetent. Honestly, it's the competent people you have to watch for, because you never know when they'll do something incompetent."
His own smugness settled on his face, he listened to her, and although the girl seemed to smush him down, he kept a kind smile on his face, despite the fact he wanted to seethe that she just wouldn't budge.
'As for your request to change to the Infirmary, that is not the only place in this Weyr that is in need of help. There are barely enough cooks to feed our population, not to mention clean up after it. And, as I am most willing to explain to our CandidateMaster, there will be less people in the Infirmary if the Kitchens are properly taken care of. And seeing as we are the only two assigned this duty, I am sure I can convince him that your help is needed here most of all. After you.'
He helped her up, and then spoke, not moving from where he was standing.
"But you see, angel of the world, I am trained to be in the infirmary. I spent all of my younger years learning to work as a healer, and besides, to each his own. I prefer to helping save lives then to cleaning up a dirty pot. There, I know what I'm doing, and I'm good at it. Here? That's what `brat's are for."
And sure that he had made his point, he rose an eyebrow at her.
"Plus, I do have no clue where we are going, so ladies first, I insist."
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Post by Cilnah on Jul 29, 2008 15:45:55 GMT -5
"First you say you are never incompetent, the you say you are." She paused and tilted her head, studying the boy in front of her curiously. "So, you are either a competent liar or honestly incompetent. Either way, neither of your choices is a positive one, so I must admit I feel sorry for you." Well, maybe not really, but he didn't have to know that, did he? Of course not! What fun would there be in that?
The fact that she had stood now put them face to face, or nose to nose actually, with just a breath's space between them. She could actually feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against her skin. "Do you not think that working in the kitchen helps save lives? You haven't died of starvation yet, have you? Or gotten sick of food poisoning? You certainly haven't gotten so hungry that you attention is distracted." Cilnah shrugged. All of these things were a part of the Wyer, and if he would rather not be a participant in an important structural foundation for the place, then that was his own choice. But he'd have to get through her meddling to manage it. There was simply too much work for one girl to handle. She said nothing about the brat comment, she had been called it many times before.
Her reverie was broken by a sudden crashing from the kitchen. "Makamae!" she groaned with an air of despair. "What have you done this time?" she demanded, brushing passed Kal without a second thought and tromping into the cooking den. Sure enough, sitting there among the scattered remains of one of her piles of bowls, was a dusty, slightly chubby looking fire lizard hatchling, who couldn't have been more than a week old. "Oh, Makamae..." It was hard to tell from the girl's tone if she was upset or amused. Truly, she was a mixture of both. This little one was still learning the ways of things, and despite that, he had such a quiet disposition that it was hard to stay mad at him for any time at all.
The creature gave a happy keen at the sight of his bonded, and flapped his way up to his perch on her shoulder. But from here, he could see past her into the eating area, and he gave a surprised rumble before darting behind her shower of dark blue-black hair. It hid him well, but his muzzle poked out to rest on her shoulder, against her neck. "Silly little one," she murmured, sending him comforting feelings as she scratched his small head. Her attention turned back to her company, and she gave him a 'well, are you coming or what?' look.
ooc:// Sorry to suddenly bring the little one in, but his personality is that he's never very far away from Cilnah. And I am so so so so so sorry it took me so long to reply.
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 30, 2008 2:16:32 GMT -5
//-really doesn't mind- It's perfectly alright darling. XDD
'First you say you are never incompetent, the you say you are. So, you are either a competent liar or honestly incompetent. Either way, neither of your choices is a positive one, so I must admit I feel sorry for you.'
The tilt of her head made her look cute, and her words amused him.
"Now you're just bluffing. You have no idea what to say."
He had recongized the ramblings of a crazy woman, easily, and if she didn't rise to his bait, then she was crazy. Completly insane. Her skin, so close as it was, looked delightfully creamy, as though to lick it would be like tasting cream... For a few breathless moments he wondered what she would do if he did, until her words snapped him out of his revire.
'Do you not think that working in the kitchen helps save lives? You haven't died of starvation yet, have you? Or gotten sick of food poisoning? You certainly haven't gotten so hungry that you attention is distracted.'
He shrugged with her, mimicking her.
"To each his own, love."
He was trapped with a restless urge to shove his reasoning down the smooth throat of hers, to show her that he belonged in his part and that it was as though trying to teach a fish to breathe air. He was a Healer, taught from the beginings of his Craft life everything that he would have to know to help people... And help people he did. He loved doing it, reveled in it, not just the praise as some would think of him, but the self satisfaction that he was lifted with when a cut healed without a scar, when a life was saved instead of lost.
He only watched her, silent, as they two stood frozen in time, until a crash broke threw that.
'Makamae!'
"Who?"
He asked curiously, staying where he was in an arrogant posture.
'What have you done this time? Oh, Makamae...'
He stayed where he was, peering threw the door to watch as she alternativly scolded and crooned at a little hatchling.
'Silly little one.'
A pang of jealousy. She never talked to him like that. Duh, that sensible part of his mind whispered. That's because you've known her for, thirty minutes now? There was a reason that was the most ignored part of his mind. Kal caught her glance, laughing quietly as he strode to her, one hand up very close to her neck and the muzzle of the little creature.
"I'm not cleaning that up."
He told her, and then directed his comment to the little flit.
"Pretty darling, come out. I don't bite... Hard."
The last undertone was to her again, but he continued swiftly.
"Little Makamae, come here, I won't hurt you..."
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Post by Cilnah on Aug 1, 2008 7:02:51 GMT -5
"I hadn't expected you to," she answered in a tone that sounded to her own ears as if she thought he had a problem with his head. "Why would I think you were going to clean up a mess that was not of your own making?" The little creature who had caused it pushed his muzzle out of the curtain of hair that blocked him from this stranger. He had almost touched his nose to Kal's hand when he mentioned biting, hard, and he withdrew once more with an almost terrified squeak. He was not reassured when the evil one insisted that he would not be harmed.
After a moment, Cilnah reached up and slid her hand under her hair, lifting the flitter up and away from her nick, to cradle him in her arms. "It's alright, Makamae, I won't let him hurt you." The fire lizard keened softly, still not convinced, so she rolled her eyes. Her free hand moved and reached out for Kal, and suddenly she had a grip on his wrist. She flipped his hand over. Seeing His not afraid to touch the evil one, Makamae jumped from the hand that held him to the arm of the hand that held on to the boy. He slowly skittered down her arm until he was able to press his muzzle into the held palm.
He gave a croon of happiness, and suddenly opened his wings, settling on Kal's shoulder instead of the girl's, which made Cilnah smile. She could feel the waves of pleasure coming from the little creature, now that he was not afraid. Absently, she turned to the scattered bowls and knelt down in their midst, quickly picking them up and stacking them once more.[/size]
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 1, 2008 10:08:14 GMT -5
'I hadn't expected you to.'
Just a little stung that she thought he was crazy, he frowned lightly at her. God, the more he bothered her, the more she bothered him! And she wasn't even reacting!
"Good."
Self-centered jerk.
'Why would I think you were going to clean up a mess that was not of your own making?'
Plenty of reasons. She could be a horrible witch and expect that because he was here late, he would have to do, she could think that she had already done her job and it would be up to him, she could be like other people that Kal knew and had worked under that made a mess and expected it to be cleaned up without them having to lift a finger.
"I dunno, just saying."
He told her arrogantly. Stupid boy, you could explain yourself better! But of course, he went with the all immortal teenage response, shrug and tell the authority figure I dunno. A quick, breathless laugh as the creature heard him say he did bite, and even as he murmured,
"I kid, I kid!"
The little Brown decided that he was a threat.
"Yesh, rejected by a flit, rejected by a girl... It's sad what the world is coming to."
He muttered to himself, drawing his hand away with almost a hurt look. Sensitive, although he might not have looked it, he was hurt that the flit was so scared of him. However, the girl infront of him was pulling the critter out from her hair, and Kal watched, slightly fascinated in her brisk but gentle dealings with him, as she spoke.
'It's alright, Makamae, I won't let him hurt you.'
He inhaled sharply, anger suddenly flaring in those intense eyes.
"I wouldn't hurt him!"
His honor, mind you, is just a little touchy, and although some part of his more sensible brain knew she could just be teasing him, calming the little dragonet down, he still drew himself up, ice forming over those eyes as he opened his mouth to tell her off and leave. And then her hand was gripping his wrist, and he forgot what he was about to say as she flipped the broad callused digit over.
The Brown decided that he wasn't a threat, and yet Kal held perfectly still, watching as the cool muzzle pressed against the pale palm of his hand. With that full smile that lingered on his face, he watched the flitter light on his shoulder, and for a moment, was afraid to move incase he broke the thing. Then reality set in, and he rolled his eyes, murmuring to the flitter,
"It's a good thing you're Her's, maybe you'll teach her sensibility."
Of course, years that had taught him that idle hands cause death had him sighing and kneeling down carefully to help pick up the shards and bowls.
"So, where are you from? If I must spend time with you, I would like to get to know you."
The mischievous half-grin again dancing over his face, he watched her with hawk-eyes even as nimble fingers helped clean up the mess that he hadn't been going to touch.
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Post by Cilnah on Aug 1, 2008 13:07:26 GMT -5
The girl shot him a look that could only be described as confused amusement. What was he talking about, rejected by a girl? He certainly couldn't mean her, she hadn't known him long enough to do any such thing. Perhaps he'd had a rather unpleasant encounter earlier in the day. But she'd never been one to pry into a strangers life, though she might have, had he been a friend. And then anger flashed into those enchanting eyes of his, and her own emerald orbs rolled in a disgusted yet amused way. "Don't be so touchy," Cilnah told him, watching as Makamae experimentally nipped the end of his hair, then spit it right back out again, as he had done with her the first few times on her shoulder. "I know full well that you wouldn't harm Makamae. You don't have the personality for it. But he didn't know that. He's scared of everything until he's shown it's not a threat, not just you. Heaven knowns, the first time I took him back to my sleeping den, and he met my canine...." Her words trailed off as she shook her head with a laugh. That had been an interesting day all right.
Suddenly though, he was next to her, helping to clean up the mess that he claimed he hadn't been going to touch, and she felt even more justified in her comment of his personality. Perhaps there was a nice person under that rough exterior after all. But suddenly he was asking where she was from, and the amusement and happiness dropped from her face more quickly than it ever had. In fact, she looked quite sad as she thought about her home. For the longest time, she didn't say anything, then sighed. "I come from the same place as most of the other older dragons here. The past. From an old weyr." She shrugged the comment away, but still seemed troubled as she wondered again about her family.[/size]
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 1, 2008 13:33:28 GMT -5
Of course he was rejected by her! She wouldn't fall to the snipes, wouldn't fall to the goading. It bothered him to no end, forever gnawing at his insides.
'Don't be so touchy.'
Ah! Gentle, gentle, he's a boy. You can't be so blunt to him, he's very sensitive, the annoying twerp. Anger just embedded deeper, flaring brighter, his face suddenly serious and his lip curling just slightly in a sneer. But the anger was distracted as his hair was suddenly pulled, and he looked at the flitter curiously.
'I know full well that you wouldn't harm Makamae. You don't have the personality for it. But he didn't know that. He's scared of everything until he's shown it's not a threat, not just you. Heaven knowns, the first time I took him back to my sleeping den, and he met my canine....'
Gar! Didn't have the personailty for it? What did that mean? She thought he was a wimp? What? Still a bit grumpy, he non-the-less waited for a story that apparently was never going to come. Raising his eyebrows in a keep-going gesture, it went ignored.
Even as he helped to clean up the mess, if he had known what she was thinking he would have dropped it and strutted out the door, telling her to clean everything up herself. Stupid touchy male, needed a good beating.
Of course, he stopped thinking about himself the moment he glanced over at her and all of the joy and dry amusement that had been on it before vanished.
"Eah..."
A startled little noise escaped him as he rocked back on his heels, looking at her, the piece of broken pottery in his hand forgotten. But he didn't know how to make her smile, and so he just watched her, concerned because it was all his fault, biting his lower lip until she finally spoke.
'I come from the same place as most of the other older dragons here. The past. From an old weyr.'
Oh... All of her family was dead. A pang inside him, sympathy, and he scooted slightly closer to her, dropping to his knees as he stopped infront of her.
"Hey, it's alright. I'm sorry, I won't ask again. If it makes you feel any better, my parents dropped me in the nearest Hall they could find as soon as possible, and I haven't seen them in years."
Alright, it was a stretch. His father had ignored him, a Rider, but his mother had enjoyed doting on him and placing him in the best Hall she thought possible. But it was true that he hadn't seen the woman in years, and the younger sister that had tagged along so sweetly behind him... Kal didn't even know if she was still alive. A pang for the loss of a sister, and then he yelped, and fell backwards onto his butt, dropping the shard of pottery in his hand and frowning at his hand.
"I hate blood..."
Having fisted his hand, the piece had cut in several places, rather deeply into the muscle beneath his thumb.
"That was stupidity beyonds words."
His voice dry and amused, he looked up at her, grinning, completly ignoring the wound.
"So, please don't be sad. I betcha they miss you as much as you miss them, and maybe one of them will hitch a ride with a dragon coming over. We do get one popping in every other sevenday sometimes..."
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