Post by Sorra on Oct 24, 2008 15:12:56 GMT -5
Month 2:
Marna had decided to keep busy since she arrived and had don't so by
cleaning out the stables in the weyr. It had taken her a little while
and now she was dirty but she really didn't mind. Hard work kept her
mind off of the impending hatching and what it would mean for her
either way. Truthfully, she was both nervous and excited about the
entire thing. She hoped she made some friends soon. Having someone to
talk to about things would make them much easier to handle, or so her
mother always said.
Marna
"Mischief!" Guntee shouted, a bit louder than he had intended. At least the runner that happened to be near was a calm one. His firelizard had conveniently pounced in a water bucket that had dirty water in it, followed by a pounce in a pile of shavings for the runner stalls. The little dirt brown darted off, trailing shavings in his wake as he scampered off to run from his pet. **Fun!** he told the boy. "I'll show you fun," Guntee replied, running after his pet and diving to catch him before he turned the corner. Mischief let out a surprised squawk at having been caught and looked to the girl he saw as his pet started to get up to get him under control. **Help Mischief?** the brown sent to Marna.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna let out a squeek of suprise then settled when she noticed it was only a little brown firelizard. When he asked her for help she sent him her curiousity as to why he was in trouble. She'd only help him out if he hadn't done something wrong. If it was his the person he belonged to that was chasing him, she'd stay out of it.
Marna
**My Pet shavings!** the little brown sent back to Marna, trying but not succeeding at getting away from Guntee who was standing up, his arms around the firelizard to keep his wings against his sides. "I won." the young lad said, situating his brown to a more comfortable position. He cared greatly for Mischief and never had any intention of hurting the creature. Looking up, he noticed Marna and jumped a bit, then grinned. "Hi. Sorry if we startled you," he apologized, having recalled a squeak that hadn't belonged to his firelizard during his tackle.
Guntee<>Mishief
Marna blinked at the young many. "Oh hello. No it's fine. He just
suprised me a little bit." She smiled and held out her friend in
greeting. "My name's Marna. Are you a candidite here too? Is that brown
yours? What's his name?" She hoped she wasn't asking him to many
questions but it wasn't everyday she ran into someone in the stables.
Marna
Guntee grinned and shifted his hold on Mischief who chirped in argument, in order to shake Marna's hand. "I'm still sorry about him. He gets into trouble a lot, as do I." He chuckled and shook her hand. "I'm Guntee and this is Mischief. We transferred here with my pa and my brother and sister from Igen Weyr." He'd somehow missed or failed to answer the question about him being a Candidate or not, but that was pretty much answered with his next statement. "I got into Candidacy when I was old enough and when pa transferred down here, I came with him to Stand for their next clutch. Maybe I'll get lucky. You think? You a Candidate, too?" Yes, he was a talker.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna couldn't help but smile at the young man's talkative nature. "Wow, you like to talk. I think you'll do fine at the clutch. I heard it's the gold's first so it should be a good one. This is actually my first time Standing for a hatching. So yes, I'm a Candidite too. My brother Impressed a brown not to long ago so my parents think I have a fair shot too." She looked at the brown flitt in the other candidite's arms. "May I pet your firelizard? He's really handsome."
Marna
Guntee grinned. "Yeah. I'm sorry for that. Growing up in the creche makes you either a talker or barely at all. Yeah, it's her first. I was here for her flight. My pa's brown lasted the whole flight but he didn't win, although Flinth's caught a few gold's in his days." He had always admired his father's huge brown and the dragon had never seemed to mind him. Looking down at Mischief, he smiled with a nod, moving to allow the brown some more movement. "Sure. He's nice and he loves attention." Mischief chirped, sensing that the conversation had turned to him and looked at Marna curiously, stretching his neck out to see if he could weasel his way out of his Pet's hold and be free again to cause some more fun.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna smiled happily at the younger candidite. "It's fine. My mother always says, 'Rather be a talker than so silent it's like you're not there.' " She reached out and scratched at Mischief's head when the brown stretched his neck out in an attempt to escape. She chuckled. "His skin is so warm."
Marna
Guntee grinned. "That's for sure. And he's always warm which means he's always happy. Or at least healthy." Mischief crooned at Marna's touch and wriggled some more to escape his Pet's hold. Managing to succeed, he dropped to the ground, then took flight before crashing and looped up to land lightly on Marna's shoulder. He nuzzled her once he was steady. "I think he likes you," Guntee said in answer to his firelizard's reactions.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna smiled at the little flit once he'd settled on her shoulder and even gave him another gentle scratch on the head. "I'm glad he likes me. I've never been this close to a firelizard before. Thank you for letting me hold him Guntee."
Marna
Guntee's smile remained bright and cheery. "You're very welcome. Now he'll probably want a pet every time he sees you," he said, watching the firelizard nuzzle the girl and head butt her hand gently in response to her attention. **Mischief like Marna.** he sent to her and his Pet, getting another grin from the lad.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna only smiled and started petting the flitt again. "Oh, I don't mind. He's quite nice, and I'm glad to have made a friend before the Hatching. I'm so nervous, aren't you?" She sighed, knowing that the boy would probably think it was stupid for her to be afraid to Stand at the Hatching.
Marna
Guntee shrugged. He wasn't overly concerned about the Hatching. "Yeah, but not really. I tried for the clutch back home but didn't Impress. This is the second time for me Standing." He gave her a smile. "At least you were probably Searched, right?" he added. He'd never been Searched, just weyrbred. Mischief crooned softly, enjoying Marna's attention.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna nodded. "Well this will be my first time standing for a hatching so I'm a bit nervous." She nodded at his question. "Yes, I was Searched. Most of the Candidites were unless they're weyrbred." She smiled down at Mischief, enjoying handling the flit.
Marna
Guntee smiled. "Then you'll definitely Impress. The Searched ones always Impress, usually the first time, so you've got nothing to worry about. Me, though, I was born into it. Weyrbred through and through," he said with a cheery smile. Mischief nuzzled Marna with a soft warble.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna had decided to keep busy since she arrived and had don't so by
cleaning out the stables in the weyr. It had taken her a little while
and now she was dirty but she really didn't mind. Hard work kept her
mind off of the impending hatching and what it would mean for her
either way. Truthfully, she was both nervous and excited about the
entire thing. She hoped she made some friends soon. Having someone to
talk to about things would make them much easier to handle, or so her
mother always said.
Marna
"Mischief!" Guntee shouted, a bit louder than he had intended. At least the runner that happened to be near was a calm one. His firelizard had conveniently pounced in a water bucket that had dirty water in it, followed by a pounce in a pile of shavings for the runner stalls. The little dirt brown darted off, trailing shavings in his wake as he scampered off to run from his pet. **Fun!** he told the boy. "I'll show you fun," Guntee replied, running after his pet and diving to catch him before he turned the corner. Mischief let out a surprised squawk at having been caught and looked to the girl he saw as his pet started to get up to get him under control. **Help Mischief?** the brown sent to Marna.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna let out a squeek of suprise then settled when she noticed it was only a little brown firelizard. When he asked her for help she sent him her curiousity as to why he was in trouble. She'd only help him out if he hadn't done something wrong. If it was his the person he belonged to that was chasing him, she'd stay out of it.
Marna
**My Pet shavings!** the little brown sent back to Marna, trying but not succeeding at getting away from Guntee who was standing up, his arms around the firelizard to keep his wings against his sides. "I won." the young lad said, situating his brown to a more comfortable position. He cared greatly for Mischief and never had any intention of hurting the creature. Looking up, he noticed Marna and jumped a bit, then grinned. "Hi. Sorry if we startled you," he apologized, having recalled a squeak that hadn't belonged to his firelizard during his tackle.
Guntee<>Mishief
Marna blinked at the young many. "Oh hello. No it's fine. He just
suprised me a little bit." She smiled and held out her friend in
greeting. "My name's Marna. Are you a candidite here too? Is that brown
yours? What's his name?" She hoped she wasn't asking him to many
questions but it wasn't everyday she ran into someone in the stables.
Marna
Guntee grinned and shifted his hold on Mischief who chirped in argument, in order to shake Marna's hand. "I'm still sorry about him. He gets into trouble a lot, as do I." He chuckled and shook her hand. "I'm Guntee and this is Mischief. We transferred here with my pa and my brother and sister from Igen Weyr." He'd somehow missed or failed to answer the question about him being a Candidate or not, but that was pretty much answered with his next statement. "I got into Candidacy when I was old enough and when pa transferred down here, I came with him to Stand for their next clutch. Maybe I'll get lucky. You think? You a Candidate, too?" Yes, he was a talker.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna couldn't help but smile at the young man's talkative nature. "Wow, you like to talk. I think you'll do fine at the clutch. I heard it's the gold's first so it should be a good one. This is actually my first time Standing for a hatching. So yes, I'm a Candidite too. My brother Impressed a brown not to long ago so my parents think I have a fair shot too." She looked at the brown flitt in the other candidite's arms. "May I pet your firelizard? He's really handsome."
Marna
Guntee grinned. "Yeah. I'm sorry for that. Growing up in the creche makes you either a talker or barely at all. Yeah, it's her first. I was here for her flight. My pa's brown lasted the whole flight but he didn't win, although Flinth's caught a few gold's in his days." He had always admired his father's huge brown and the dragon had never seemed to mind him. Looking down at Mischief, he smiled with a nod, moving to allow the brown some more movement. "Sure. He's nice and he loves attention." Mischief chirped, sensing that the conversation had turned to him and looked at Marna curiously, stretching his neck out to see if he could weasel his way out of his Pet's hold and be free again to cause some more fun.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna smiled happily at the younger candidite. "It's fine. My mother always says, 'Rather be a talker than so silent it's like you're not there.' " She reached out and scratched at Mischief's head when the brown stretched his neck out in an attempt to escape. She chuckled. "His skin is so warm."
Marna
Guntee grinned. "That's for sure. And he's always warm which means he's always happy. Or at least healthy." Mischief crooned at Marna's touch and wriggled some more to escape his Pet's hold. Managing to succeed, he dropped to the ground, then took flight before crashing and looped up to land lightly on Marna's shoulder. He nuzzled her once he was steady. "I think he likes you," Guntee said in answer to his firelizard's reactions.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna smiled at the little flit once he'd settled on her shoulder and even gave him another gentle scratch on the head. "I'm glad he likes me. I've never been this close to a firelizard before. Thank you for letting me hold him Guntee."
Marna
Guntee's smile remained bright and cheery. "You're very welcome. Now he'll probably want a pet every time he sees you," he said, watching the firelizard nuzzle the girl and head butt her hand gently in response to her attention. **Mischief like Marna.** he sent to her and his Pet, getting another grin from the lad.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna only smiled and started petting the flitt again. "Oh, I don't mind. He's quite nice, and I'm glad to have made a friend before the Hatching. I'm so nervous, aren't you?" She sighed, knowing that the boy would probably think it was stupid for her to be afraid to Stand at the Hatching.
Marna
Guntee shrugged. He wasn't overly concerned about the Hatching. "Yeah, but not really. I tried for the clutch back home but didn't Impress. This is the second time for me Standing." He gave her a smile. "At least you were probably Searched, right?" he added. He'd never been Searched, just weyrbred. Mischief crooned softly, enjoying Marna's attention.
Guntee<>Mischief
Marna nodded. "Well this will be my first time standing for a hatching so I'm a bit nervous." She nodded at his question. "Yes, I was Searched. Most of the Candidites were unless they're weyrbred." She smiled down at Mischief, enjoying handling the flit.
Marna
Guntee smiled. "Then you'll definitely Impress. The Searched ones always Impress, usually the first time, so you've got nothing to worry about. Me, though, I was born into it. Weyrbred through and through," he said with a cheery smile. Mischief nuzzled Marna with a soft warble.
Guntee<>Mischief