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Post by twitchie on May 28, 2012 22:49:39 GMT -4
Ooma glanced around the room, smiling at the cozy feel. Sunlight leaked in through the ledge in a corner, her bed on one far wall and her roommate Tesla's on the other.
She'd certainly add a rug, curtains maybe, a painting perhaps? A little table and chairs were really the only thing besides the beds...
Mine? I'm bored... Where's Syth? And Syth'sOwn? I want to play with my friend.... You can play with Syth'sOwn... or do whatever humans do together. [/color]
The dark dragonet trotted over to hers, giving a quite serious glare to the door, willing her friend to appear.
Ooma scratched Calibath's eye-ridge, smiling.
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Post by Kitsuneko on May 29, 2012 18:14:23 GMT -4
Tesla peeked into the room she'd been assigned with another green weyrling. She had a bag with her special belongings slung over her shoulder; the drudges had already moved or provided the bare essentials for her, of course, but these were reminders of her family and too important to leave to strangers. The new weyrling leaned against the doorway and looked inside as Syth followed behind her.
It looked like their roommates were already inside. She recognized the dark green Syth had spoken to before and wasn't really surprised. Her rider was a girl, younger than her by about ten turns or so, but that was to be expected. It wasn't like there were many weyrlings her age, after all. She smiled nervously and held out a hand as she walked in. "Hello, I'm Tesla," she said; regardless of whether the girl knew her name already or not, the need to be polite had been drilled into her at a young age.
Syth was busy exploring the barracks, though there wasn't much there yet to inspect. She spotted Calibeth and crooned happily as she went over to greet her sister. Hello, again! Do you snore, by the way? Mine was wondering about that on the way over here. What is snoring, anyway? Syth's speech trailed as something else caught her eye and she continued looking at random objects.
Tesla, on the other hand, was on the verge of stressing out, and she slapped a hand over her mouth. "Syth, you're not supposed to say that sort of thing!" Serkan had ridden on Tesla's shoulder as they entered the room, but now that there was another human in the room who wasn't likely to go away any time soon, he jumped down from his comfy perch in order to hide under one of the beds. Tesla just sighed. "Well, at least he's keeping out of trouble."
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Post by twitchie on May 29, 2012 18:23:24 GMT -4
Calibath perked up.
Oh! There Syth was!
Ooma smiled, seeing Tesla, not really bothered by how much difference there was in their ages. She took the older women's hand.
"I'm Ooma, and it seems Calibath over there is finally happy. She's been excited all morning..."
Ooma smiled, watching her dragonet.
Snoring? No I don't think I snore... Mine was dreaming last night, and making weirdo scrunchy faces... It was really funny! [/color]
"Calibath!"
Ooma reddened, gave her dragoness a warning glance, although it was totally ignored...
Mine is funny. She thinks lots and lots of things that I find silly. Like she always thinks of this guy... R'hard and- [/color]
"That's enough!"
Ooma rolled her eyes, sighing. Not the first impression she'd like....
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Post by Kitsuneko on May 29, 2012 18:39:37 GMT -4
"Nice to meet you, properly this time," Tesla said with a smile. The last time she'd seen her had been on the hatching sands after Impressing, she thought, and she'd been a bit busy trying to get Syth clean then. Her smile widened as she looked at the two greens talking. Sure, she might have been biased, but she still thought the two of them were adorable.
Syth gave a snort of amusement at Calibath's comment. Oh, that sounds weird. But funny. If dragons could giggle, Syth might have at that point. Mine thinks about a man as well. Sometimes other people, but mostly that one guy--
"That's completely different, he's my brother," Tesla interrupted, sensing where the conversation was headed. Tesla was blushing as well, now. Well, at least they were both embarrassed...she supposed it could be worse.
Ooma's response and Tesla's feelings were eventually noticed by Syth, though, and her eyes whirled worriedly. You're not upset, are you, TeslaMine? Turning to Calibath, she added, I hope I haven't said anything to hurt Yours either. Tell her I'm sorry if I did. The green dipped her head apologetically, suddenly contrite rather than playful. If there was anything she disliked, it was causing others hurt, and Tesla rushed to comfort her. "I'm fine, Syth."
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Post by twitchie on May 29, 2012 23:27:29 GMT -4
Calibath lowered her head and glanced at Hers.
I'm sorry, OomaMine... I got carried away... [/color]
Ooma rubbed her dark dragonet loveingly. Yes. No matter, Ooma loved the little green.
I don't make weird faces in my sleep, and... I don't think about R'hard that often. Even if I do, no one needs to know that!
Ooma was scolding gentlely, motherly.
But you do! You were all squinty like you ate lemons! I poked you and you made grunting noises. I was scared at first but then I laughed. [/color]
Ooma rolled her eyes. Oh boy...
She turned to Tesla with a smile.
"Guess... we know a bit more about each other now... perhaps things not as readily explained..."
She was still red-faced, but Ooma regained herself well.
"I'd give you a tour but... I hardly know this place any more than you..."
Wasn't this girl the stands Harper that had Impressed? Ooma did have a love of music... always having wanted to try singing or playing an instrument...
Oh! Syth, ask yours if she could teach Ooma to make music! Mine would dearly love to play or atleast hear a song... [/color]
Ooma blushed and frowned slightly. She needed to guard her thoughts better...
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Post by Kitsuneko on May 30, 2012 1:35:30 GMT -4
Tesla was feeling protective of Syth, trying to cheer her up. Hey, come on, it wasn't that bad. I'm fine now, anyway, there's no real harm done. She stroked the green's head comfortingly until Syth crooned.
Tesla grinned wryly at Ooma's comment. "Hey, I don't blame you having a guy; sometimes I'd like having a guy to talk to who isn't my brother." She wasn't one to press, so she didn't ask any further. Instead, she nodded as Ooma mentioned a tour. "I'm not that familiar with the weyrling barracks, but I've gotten a fair idea of the rest of the Weyr since I came here. We can figure it out together."
Oooh, Tesla, you play music, don't you? Calibath says she and Hers would like to hear you play. I'd like to hear it as well. You will, won't you? Syth twitched her tail eagerly as she stared at the harper, who quirked an eyebrow in reply.
"Well, I am a harper by trade..." she said. She reached into the bag still slung over her shoulder and pulled out a set of pipes. Knowing Syth would be happy with anything she played, Tesla glanced at Ooma and asked, "Any requests?"
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