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Post by Zirin on May 22, 2012 21:55:15 GMT -4
He knew he shouldn’t be drinking, but the feast had been in full swing for a few hours now, and the adults were hardly paying attention to who was helping themselves to the alcohol. Firogel was young, perhaps too young to be drinking, but he didn’t particularly feel like following any rules at the moment. So it was that he had managed to sneak a couple skins of wine from the store rooms and found a nice place in the corner of the common room.
Currently he wasn’t doing anything too exciting, mostly sipping at his glass and playing a game of solitaire. He just didn’t feel like being out and about in the feast. Sure, he was happy for those that impressed and sorry for those who hadn’t, but above all he was upset. His own father had paid more attention to that stupid woman of his than his own son! That wasn’t the only thing on his mind though; he had to make a decision soon. With the eggs hatched, Firogel no longer had a real reason to stay at the Weyr. He should go back to the Hold to continue his apprenticeship there, but truth be told he hated the stifling nature of the Hold compared to the much freer Weyr.
He could always see about apprenticing under someone here at Trelis, he supposed. The training would not be from a master perhaps, but it would serve. Besides, as mad as he was at his father right now, Firogel knew the brownrider needed him for a bit. So, for now he would drink and play cards and ponder things. Maybe someone else would happen to stumble by and join him for a game of poker?
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Post by jovia on May 22, 2012 22:27:44 GMT -4
Linda, as loathe as she was to admit, was actually concerned for that little thorn in her side. Especially when he didn't show up to needle at her that she didn't impress. Of course she didn't know that brownrider at the lesson was his father or that his love had impressed a green to their displeasure? But no he was in a corner drinking something and playing a little game? She started to frown as she wondered if he got his head hit or something and thus not himself...
Slowly she walked over, the game he was playing was somewhat familiar to her. It was a common thing to use while bartering with people in a friendly sort of way. Whomever won got the best that was it. She wasn't the best at it, probably even the worst in the entire weyr, but hey she at least could play a bit. "Want someone to play with Firo?"
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Post by Zirin on May 22, 2012 22:39:00 GMT -4
Having been keeping an eye out for potential playmates, Firogel had noticed Linda come into the room, but she was certainly the last person he expected to actually approach him. Maybe she thought he was someone else? Or maybe she was coming over in the hopes of teasing him about failing to impress? No, she broke every image he had of her by actually being… friendly? Well, she wasn’t exactly being friendly, so much as not being mean. Only time would tell if she had an ulterior motive. The use of his name as she spoke though, that certainly had him glancing at the wine wondering if he hadn’t had a sip too much already!
He didn’t really say anything in response, simply nodding to the empty chair and gathering up the cards to reshuffle. He had never played solitaire with someone else before, so he hoped she wouldn’t mind a game of poker instead. After dealing out the cards he sat back to give her a look over before finally speaking.
“You’re being awfully friendly,” was all he said at first, “I suppose the polite thing to do would be to offer you a drink.” She was honoring him with her presence after all. Besides, maybe getting her to drink would give him some sort of blackmail on her or something. “You don’t look like someone who just failed to impress.” There wasn’t an attack hidden in his words, it was more of just a statement than anything else really. She was being friendly and, until she annoyed him, he had no real reason to be a jerk.
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Post by jovia on May 22, 2012 22:56:17 GMT -4
Linda noticed, but didn't really care as Firo glanced at his drink, for all she knew maybe there was a bad taste that had nothing to do with her. She didn't sit down yet though as he didn't tell her or offer her the seat... he was here first after all. And he might find it surprising but she did have some politeness within her... If she wasn't attacked at first or something. Though she did sit down after he pointed to the empty chair, not speaking up till he did really as she waited for him to deal. Hopefully she wouldn't screw it up and actually not suck completely at it.
Linda didn't even bother responding to his friendly comment, she was here to check up on him... And he wasn't even acting the way he normally did, maybe he had gotten attacked and not had a healer again so the infection giving him a fever? She couldn't very well strip him and find out though, so it was a mute point. "Thank you." Was her response to the drink being offered, only after noticing it was alcohol... But she couldn't refuse it now that she had accepted it so oh well. "Guess I really am an outsider then.... My thoughts are it is the dragon's decision, and if I wasn't picked then oh well there just wasn't one for me. If there are never any for me, then I am not fated to be bonded to one." When she mentioned the dragons, her face just became tender and she smiled down at her cards. Sure that wasn't very true, she was a little bit hurt and afraid after all. The touching still fresh in her mind at how much they reacted to her hate. Maybe because Dragons protected humans from threadfall, they would never be with her because of her hate for them?
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Post by Zirin on May 22, 2012 23:40:16 GMT -4
“Almost everyone’s an outsider at the Weyr at some point,” He replied lazily. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel particularly shocked by her reasoning. She had never really screamed hopeful candidate. At least, she wasn’t the kind who was hoping dragonriding would be their life. The softness of her expression caught him off guard for a moment. Catching himself, he realized he had been staring for quite some time and hurried to cover it up.
“Ah its... your go first.” Firo grumbled lamely, reaching over to pick up his glass before deciding he may as well do this right. Lifting his glass to her, he made a brief toast. “To another Turn of candidacy,” Perhaps by the time another hatching rolled around his father would be done with that homewrecking woman and would pay attention to him again! He sighed quietly, wishing he could pull up the motivation to be rude to the woman beside him, but he couldn’t even bring himself to be mean. She was keeping him company after all. “So tell me woman. Candidacy is done until the queens rise again. You never bothered to find a craft did you, so what next?”
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Post by jovia on May 23, 2012 0:03:05 GMT -4
What Firo said did have a point, most were outsiders at one point but her... Linda shrugged a little bit. "Yeah, that is true... so maybe its a hold thinking?" She didn't really know, and didn't really care at this moment. However her concentration on the game now and her drink and her thoughts made it so she didn't really notice him staring at her. But then again even if it was from her softness from talking about dragons, it wasn't something she was trying to hide.
"Okay, and I am not the best by far at these games." But then he decided to make a toast, so of course she had to lift up her glass to do it as well so she. "Another Turn!!" A grin spread across her face before she started to concentrate on the card game in front of her. She didn't want to be toooo sucky and make him torment her again.
But nope he had another question and this time that she didn't have a craft? Well yeah she didn't really show off her knots so he wouldn't know. "Actually I am an Apprentice Healer, probably try to study more and hope to get up to Journeywoman when it is possible... If I am able to.... But I don't know where I will go now that Candidacy is over..." Her last words were a bit softer as she was more thoughtful about it. Would she still be able to come back as a candidate if she was sent away? She really didn't know how these things worked.
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Post by Zirin on May 23, 2012 0:31:36 GMT -4
“That’s not surprising. There’s not much you’re good at it there?” He gave her a smirk even though he kenw his claim was completely false. He had seen her carving, or at least the unfinished one, and as loathe as he was to admit it, she had fixed his arm up rather well. He gave a brief grin in response to her own, wondering if she was a happy drinker. Linda in a good mood was certainly an interesting change from normal.
“A healer?” Firogel snorted, “You have the bedside manners of a tunnelsnake. Why in Pern would you want to be a healer?” When his turn came he was quick to play his cards. He wasn’t exactly the gambling type, but having grown up in a Weyr he had had plenty of time to learn card games and, not to toot his own horn, but he was pretty good at it.
“I’m feeling nice today so I’ll help you out, but you owe me. Stick around the Weyr and you practically have yourself another chance at the dragons. Go to the Hold and you’ll have to hope they’ll pick you up again.” In truth, he could care less whether she left or not, as entertaining as their run-ins could be. The real reason he was helping was because the Weyr always needed more healers, even if she was a pain in the butt.
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Post by jovia on May 23, 2012 6:56:02 GMT -4
"Most human interaction skills are rather poor, I only trained what I needed to survive." Which was the truth, how could she really learn how to play or toys or anything of the sort in her life. She fought well because she needed it to survive, especially against those large felines. Also gathering her own food, along with healing anything her and her fair had accrued. The carving was even part of her survival, even though she actually liked that hobby, because it gave her something more to trade then just fire lizard eggs in the past.
A grin spread across her face as she heard him just really wonder why she would want to be a healer. So he wasn't that quick of wit sometimes, well he was still a kid after all. "I lived in the wilderness for 8 turns since a young child. I didn't have anyone to look after me or any way to get to a healer. So in order to survive, and help my fair, I learned how to heal. Though that was before coming to civilization and being put as an apprentice. Don't need bedside manners when its a life or death situation." At least she wasn't bored around him, he did ask interesting questions sometimes. And frankly it was a feast today, she could be a little bit friendly... though she was trying not to drink too much she didn't know what would happen then.
He even gave her advice... maybe there was a good reason for others acting nice towards others if this happens. Would she really have another chance at the dragons if she stayed? [color003500]"Well I guess it would depend on if the Weyr wants to keep me here then. I wouldn't mind another chance of being a Candidate after all. Who knows this could be a blessing in disguise so I can work towards my Journeywomanship without a baby dragon to take care of."[/color] Why she was talking so much she didn't know, but blamed the wine in her cup.
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Post by Zirin on May 23, 2012 7:57:18 GMT -4
“The Weyr isn’t the wild, idiot. Social skills are a requirement around here,” He gave her a look that was rather clear in how stupid he thought she was. Of course, he couldn’t really talk, he was pretty terrible when it came to interaction, but at least he understood and valued the importance of communication abilities. The Weyr was all about ‘making friends’ and getting along with others after all. He rolled his eyes at her speech about her childhood, clearly thinking she was exaggerating the truth.
“And that’s where you’re wrong woman.” He replied, reorganizing the cards in his hand to his liking, “When someone’s family is ill or dying you need to be able to comfort. You, I’m afraid, would be positively terrible.” It may not seem necessary, but he had seen healers comforting the relatives of dying patients enough times to know it was a necessary skill. He gave a brief laugh. “Who would want you around? Annoying, noisy, vicious… not a feminine bone in that body is there?”
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Post by jovia on May 23, 2012 23:30:07 GMT -4
Linda didn't even bother responding to him calling her an idiot. What he did say was the truth, she had seen just how much social skills were required here... But she didn't know how to change, and part of her didn't want to. If nobody really wanted to be around her because of her quirks... Then maybe they didn't really want to get to know her. Part of her really wondered if she really fit in anywhere besides the wilderness... But she couldn't stay there all her life, especially if she wanted to try to become a Dragonrider....
Linda raised her eyebrow when he said she was wrong... No she wasn't, she was talking about her situation and why she didn't need no bedside manners... Besides if someone was ill wouldn't they want the blunt and honest truth? "Eh, I'll figure it out. I don't really like dealing with others much, but healing I try to be blunt and honest... And in that type of situation could try to tell them to use what time they have left to be together I guess?" Linda merely gave a shrug though, and frankly she just ignored his insults about how annoying, noisy, and vicious she was... of course she was when he was around.
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Post by Zirin on May 24, 2012 19:24:37 GMT -4
It was mildly annoying that he couldn’t get a rise out of her. It wasn’t like he was putting forth a high level of effort into insulting her, but even still, he was used to girls getting angry at him for his comments. It was almost… boring in a way? Had he become so accustomed to fighting that he wasn’t sure how to just be friendly? His face scrunched in thought and it took a moment to realize she was talking again.
“People will want to spend time with family regardless of whether you’re a jerk about it or not.” He paused, “Well, most people anyways.” He played his hand confidently, sure he would be the winner of the round and smirking at her. “I suppose I should be thankful you don’t know how to be nice. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun if you cried every time you spoke to me.”
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Post by jovia on May 24, 2012 22:56:48 GMT -4
Linda was trying her best not to get pissed off, it was a feast after a hatching... that actually didn't kill anyone it looked like.. or at least many. And considering how bad it was, that was a blessing considering she could come to the feast rather then be stuck in the infirmiry to help with the stuff. Frankly now that Firo, oddly enough, reassured her that she could pretty much stay at the Weyr she was in high spirits. Or was that just the wine that she kept sipping, carefully she peered at it.
"Then they could request a healer that bothers with that stuff rather then just healing. I am not about going to really change how I am just for strangers." It was true, why should she when she didn't know them or cared? She frowned though as she glanced at her hand, yep he would probably win... In fact he did win as she showed her hand as well with a little shrug. But then he was thankful she didn't know how to be nice? "Crying is for the weak... last time I cried was when my parents tried to kill me anyways. So yeah you won't see me crying, maybe coming at you with a blade but not crying."
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Post by Zirin on May 25, 2012 1:51:35 GMT -4
Who would request a healer that would break the news nicely? It was just something that was expected? Shards this girl was messed up. Firo took another swig of wine. He grimaced as she reminded him of her family issue, feeling guilt for mentioning it, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t pretend to be soft just to make her happy.
“Well that’s a nice change. The girls at the Hold seem to think crying gets them whatever they want. Pathetic if you ask me.” He did chuckle at the mild threat. “Bring it on girl. You may be able to take on a couple felines, but I promise I’m not that easy to beat.” He smirked as his hand turned out to be the winner and took a celebratory swig, enjoying the fuzziness in his head. Sure, he was young, but he was no stranger to wine.
“So girl, what say we add a little excitement to this game huh? Or do you even know how to gamble?” He wouldn’t mind having her do his bidding or something when he won, for Firo was positive he would be the winner of their little card game.
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Post by jovia on May 25, 2012 2:20:54 GMT -4
Linda didn't really care at this point, she was having fun and feeling very nice. She hadn't even sipped probably half of her cup of wine already and apparently she was drunk already. Linda put it down as she tried to ignore it and not drink anymore. But of course she might forget and take a swig now anyways... She was at least a happy drunk it seemed, and a very very light weight. Linda hated wine, really she did because it made her too nice and unable to protect herself... but for now she liked it?
Linda just grinned as he mentioned about the hold girls and just started to laugh. "Then they are just compensating for something because they are too weak to do it otherwise. Either too spoiled or something I guess?" But then he said bring it on and she just smirked "Hehehehe, Hana show him what I mean?" But then she frowned as she realized she sent Hana back with the rest of her fair. "Good, nobody in the weyr should be easy to beat, too disgraceful."
"I don't bet when I know i'll lose. I am terrible at cards... How about a bet with a fight? I win or you win type of thing" Linda just grinned, wondering what she would make him do when she won.. yes when she won not if she won... Probably wear a pink dress for a week, that sounded fun. Actually it sounded hilarious, she wanted to have that be done now.
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Post by Zirin on May 25, 2012 2:31:04 GMT -4
Well she certainly seemed more relaxed than he had ever seen her before. Not that he was paying attention of course, because he wasn’t, but it was hard to miss the telltale signs of a lightweight. It made him chuckle quietly to himself, wondering if her nice attitude was actually caused by the wine. She certainly seemed to be a happy drinker, so that was good at least.
“I’d peg it on weak. Half those stupid girls probably wouldn’t know how to do anything without someone to help them.” As was often the case, girls at the Hold were bred to be wives and mothers, nothing more, and as much as Firo claimed to hate women in crafts, he couldn’t deny that there was something attractive about a woman who could actually do things on her own. Of course, he firmly believed that those ‘things’ should be in the more feminine crafts. Another chuckle escaped him as she seemed to forget her large fair was nowhere to be seen. No doubt about it, the wine was affecting her. He reached out and topped up their cups again; curious to see how much more she would drink. Silly lightweight.
“Yet another thing I beat you at I suppose.” He smirked, feeling as if he was finally getting past the snide comments she had made before. He could beat her at many things, and he would prove it if he had to. The smirk grew larger at the idea of a fight. If they did it right now… was she really as affected by the wine as she seemed to? He would easily be able to match her in this state, perhaps even beat her if her agility was affected. He still had his head after all, he wasn’t as weak to alcohol as she was it seemed.
“Right now, girl? Hmm, I suppose. I wouldn’t mind kicking your butt tonight. It would be the perfect end I think. Let’s just keep the knives out of it. I’d hate to spill your blood all over the pretty carpet.”
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