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Post by theory on Dec 30, 2011 11:44:18 GMT -8
Steel shuffled in the direction he was being pulled. He didn't lag behind but if she had let go of his hand at any time he probably would have just taken that as the 'okay' to drop and pass out where he was left. When they finally stopped walking he forced his eyes open just enough to see what was in front of him. As promised, a bed was there and waiting and he instantly slid into, tugging all the blankets right over his clothes and boots.
Within seconds he was back to sawing logs, his face mostly hidden by the covers. He wasn't the cleanest kid by far so his bedsheets probably would need washing...that and the fact that he climbed right in with boots and full clothes on probably didn't help the idea of keeping the area tidy.
The voices of the two females right outside his door slipped through to his room but the kid wasn't awake enough to think through what they were saying. The words were more just a reassurance that he was no longer with his previous master and had finally found a better life.
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Post by Flame on Dec 30, 2011 12:02:38 GMT -8
The younger woman sighed alittle. "None of the gold's look like they are going to rise. Even Fayth. Lillith maybe. I don't know when he'll get his dragon. Waiting was agony for me, but I knew about dragons... I don't know how much he knows." she said, as they moved to the main lounge. She at down, thinking. "Are there any flit clutches?" she asked suddenly.
The older woman laughed. "Yes. There's a couple. I'll see about getting him one. I'll tell him that to take care of a dragon he ahs to prove he can take care of a flit. That should do well. Teach him the basics long before so he doesn't feel quite as slow when the rest of the candidates are used to it, and he's not. Amirath has graciously let me teach the younger ones how to oil on her. Lillith has professed a desire to do the same. He might like them." the older woman was more just talking as she got Klah together for the two of them.
"Sounds good. He was badly abused, and he's going to make himself sick a few times with our food." she said the last part with a chuckle. "He put two large bowls of soup and a full loaf of bread away in under five minutes. I wanted to kill that man." she muttered. She took the Klah greatfully.
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Post by theory on Dec 30, 2011 14:19:12 GMT -8
The boy honestly had no idea about dragons. He thought they were amazing, probably like most other people did. But he had no previous knowledge of how to take of them or train them. He managed to stay asleep for about thirty minutes but when the voices stopped his vision of freedom seemed to all burn away. Steel awoke with a gasp, sweat running down his forehead as he panted.
He'd been dreaming about having gone through all of this, then just being brought back to his master as a sick joke. The kids' mind was still rather fuzzy with sleep but he felt like he needed to get up, so he did.
Following his feet...and dragging his big blanket with him, Steel slowly shuffled through the hallway, following wherever his legs took him. When he finally stopped he was right outside the room where the two women were talking. Hearing the voices he slowly started to get drowsy again, sliding down the wall near the door and snuggling down into his blanket. It was only seconds later that he was back to sleep. Seems he just needed to hear her voice, the silence of his room had scared him.
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Post by Flame on Dec 30, 2011 17:27:58 GMT -8
||without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark|| ||lay right down - decide not to go on|| -----------------------------The woman found herself drifting. It was easy to fall asleep here. Slowly the conversation slipped away, and deep into sleep she fell. The gray haired woman smiled as she grabbed the cup of klah long before it fell. She put it on the table and started to slip out of the door when she saw the boy. She smiled a little. It was a good thing he was small and she was strong. She picked him up and brought him into the lounge putting him on the couch near her. She had a friend. The woman got a blanket for the younger woman and slipped away. She was almost to her weyr with her own dragon when a silver and bronze head poked over the edge. How is the boy? he asked her. She chuckled. “Fine. He's tired. I'm not sure how well he'll get along when you two leave, but you have jobs else were, and he has to stay here.” She said carefully as she continued to walk. The dragon continued to as well. The candidate barracks was at the bottom of the bowl, and so it was about 6 feet off the bottom of the bowl, mainly so when dragon's land they don't kick things into the homes. She looked at the dragon as she slipped into her own Weyr. The dragon in the back rustled her wings, and hissed at the much younger dragon sticking his head into her weyr. "Let me sleep young one. Your's and her boy will still be there in the morning." she said with a chuckle. The next morning Temperance was a woken by a sound of giggling and quite movings. She opened her eyes to see a young girl, maybe ten, touching her hair. She shot streight up, suprised she'd fallen asleep there. She looked at the couch and saw Steel. Interesting. She reached out to touch Uriel, who'd gotten someone to untack him and oil him. All he had to do was look pathetic enough at one of the girls. She'd fall over herself to help him. She stood up, eyeing the other children. They were amused by the new candidate, and all of them were candidates. She continued to stare, and one by one they slipped away. She sat there a little longer enjoying the quiet. -----------------------------||then from on high - somewhere in the distance|| ||there's a voice that calls, "remember who you are"||tagged| Anyone outfit| Clicknotes| Had muse, had to write it. Have fun. credit| Music to Brian Adams, Song is Sound the Bugle. Flame of Darkened Weyr made this. Don't steal or she'll have to sick her dragons on you.
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Post by theory on Dec 30, 2011 19:11:08 GMT -8
Steel started to come around as he heard the giggling. It wasn't until most of the candidates had invaded the room that he finally managed to pry his eyes open. He glanced around at all the people and stiffened right away, ducking underneath the blanket he'd brought with him from his bed.
Steel had no memory of getting where he was...wherever he was. The last thing he could think of was when they'd been eating at one of the large tables in the dining room and he'd...fallen asleep? That must have been why his memory was a bit off on where he was right now. Noticing the woman who'd brought him here close to him on the sofa he quickly scooted right up against her, eying the others wearily. He wasn't a trustworthy kid, nor did he trust anyone. The only way she'd gained any kind of respect from him was giving him his freedom and food.
As each of the new kids slowly left Steel's body loosened up a bit more. It was hard to relax when a bunch of people you didn't know were staring at you...
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Post by Flame on Dec 30, 2011 22:19:21 GMT -8
||without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark|| ||lay right down - decide not to go on|| -----------------------------She watched him for a moment, as he jurked closer to her. She waited until the children were gone before standing up, letting her blanket slip away. "Well. First morning at Darkened Weyr. Food, first, then we'll get you settled in, in that room. Clothes, a few things to do. Paper and pencil's so you can learn to read and write. But for now clothes, possibly a few dried foods so that you don't have to worry." the woman said as she grabbed her cup and put it in the sink. Yes they had running water. She smiled a little. "Urielth say's good morning." she told him quickly. She moved to the door an waited. What would he do? She'd have to introduse him to other's. She couldn't watch him all the time.
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Post by theory on Dec 31, 2011 4:39:05 GMT -8
Steel's eyes lit up in surprise when she said he would be learning. He'd always wanted to know how to read and write! The younger boy followed after her slowly, still trying to shake sleep from his mind as he pulled his entire blanket with him. It was quickly wrapped around his shoulders, the extra parts dragging on the floor a little. Yes, he was possessive over his blanket...he only had one and he definitely wasn't going to leave it anywhere. That might be something he'll have trouble with in the future...sharing. For someone who had so little to begin with if he's given something, he might get defensive and possibly aggressive to try and keep it.
However, right now he wasn't think about that as much as what the woman was doing and saying. He quickly responded to her odd message by glancing around the room, wondering where her dragon is that he had said 'good morning'. Without seeing the creature Steel turning back to the girl and just quickly mumbled. "Good morning...?"
When she moved to the door he followed right away, though taking a little bit more time since he had to try not to trip over his blanket as he walked.
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Post by Flame on Dec 31, 2011 10:56:53 GMT -8
||without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark|| ||lay right down - decide not to go on|| -----------------------------The woman sighed. He was going to have to learn. But then again, there were people at the weyr ready to help anyone who needed it. He'd get along, well she hoped. She couldn't coddle him. Demasked Island was her home, the Weyr was just where she finally fit in. She stepped out of the candidate barracks and was barraged with a white flit. She twittered at her mistress, dancing around her head. The woman reached up and snatched the little white devil from the air. "Steel meet Nimara. She's my friend." She said as she plopped the playful flit on her shoulder. Another head could be seen. Urielth was watching them, curled up near the door that led outside into the bowl. The flit twittered again, then flapped her wings as a flight of flit's led by a rather pretty bi-toned green and white female flashed by. "Hey. Leave the girl to her flight!" she snapped at the white flit. The young thing twittered again and went silent. She shook her head. Good morning, mine, Steel. Urielth was quick to speak before they turned towards the food. "We know Uriel. Come on Steel. Breakfast, then we are going to go and find a candidate master" she said quickly. "You will do what the candidate master say's you hear me? He or she is here to help you get used to being a candidate, and then a dragon rider. You'll have chorse, but they'll be easy compaired to what your used to." They entered the Dining Hall and there were a lot more people. Some looked at her carefully, but she ignored them. She headed for the line, watching the boy. "You don't have to bring that blanket with you. We have no thieves at this Weyr. And if you do thieve, there's trouble, so don't. Simple foods. Cereal, Pancakes, fruit, eggs, water. A little meat." she told him as she got her own food. A pancake, biscuits and gravy, some eggs, she also got sausage and then went for Klah. With that she went to sit down. -----------------------------||then from on high - somewhere in the distance|| ||there's a voice that calls, "remember who you are"||tagged| Anyone outfit| Clicknotes| Had muse, had to write it. Have fun. credit| Music to Brian Adams, Song is Sound the Bugle. Flame of Darkened Weyr made this. Don't steal or she'll have to sick her dragons on you.
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Post by theory on Jan 4, 2012 10:46:10 GMT -8
Steel's eyes lifted quickly as he noticed the little flying creature buzz around its master. It came to a halt on her shoulder where it rested for a moment. The boy nodded at the introductions, then turned his eyes towards the dragon who had spoken. "Morning..." He replied quietly to the large beast sitting at the edge of the hall. Steel heard something about breakfast and instantly his attention was back on the woman. He'd never had three square meals before and thought of it had him almost drooling. He nodded to her command of obeying the person she put in charge of him but he didn't really hear much of her words after the one pertaining to food was brought up.
Once they were in the dining hall Steel's eyes widened at the array of food set out. He'd never had pancakes before, nor cereal for that matter. When she said he could have some meat his eyes beamed and he almost hopped up and down with eagerness. Hefting his blanket to rest mostly on his shoulders he quickly grabbed a plate and scooped on a bunch of eggs and fruit. Then he walked over to the sausage tray and grabbed a couple big pieces with a giant grin on his face. When the young woman went to sit down he quickly followed, maneuvering his blanket to sit right besides him on the empty part of the bench.
Without another second of hesitation he was digging in, downing the meats first in a flash. Then the eggs vanished in about three bites. I think Steel likes breakfast...
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Post by Flame on Jan 4, 2012 11:38:53 GMT -8
||without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark|| ||lay right down - decide not to go on|| -----------------------------She watched him, the little white beast on her shoulder cooed. She chuckled as she broke off a bit of her own meat, and fed it to the little beast. She cooed at her mistress as she climbed down Temp's arm and onto the table. She started to eat her peice of meat. "Nimara, be nice. And you, Steel. Eat a little slower, and smaller bites. Chew your food, don't inhail, no one is going to take that food away from you." she told him, knowing it was futile. Of course Nimara chose that moment to sniff at his plate. "Nimara!" she squeeked and moved back to nuzzle at Temp's plate. -----------------------------||then from on high - somewhere in the distance|| ||there's a voice that calls, "remember who you are"||tagged| Anyone outfit| Clicknotes| Had muse, had to write it. Have fun. credit| Music to Brian Adams, Song is Sound the Bugle. Flame of Darkened Weyr made this. Don't steal or she'll have to sick her dragons on you.
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Post by theory on Jan 4, 2012 11:56:25 GMT -8
The second the little creature moved to inspect Steel's plate he snatched it away with a hiss, cradling the plate against his chest. He hadn't heard what the woman had said, his focus so greatly attuned to his food that the only reaction that happened was his abrupt defense of what was left on his plate. There was only a few bites of pancake but evidentally that was worth attacking the little creature for if it dared try taking his food again. He quickly shoved the rest of the pancake into his mouth and dashed away to grab more.
Steel returned a few moments later with a big mound of eggs and some more sausage. He could tell several people were staring at him since he'd actually brought his blanket with him to go get more food but he didn't care. As long as no one tried to take his food away they could do what they wanted. The second Steel was seated he was digging in again. He probably should slow down before... To late...
There was an odd heaving sound and Steel's eyes widened. He'd never thrown up before, mainly because he'd never had enough food to consider overeating, ever. So when all of the food he'd just eaten abruptly came back up on the table he was just sitting there in shock, shaking and confused as he tried to catch his breath and stop throwing up.
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Post by Flame on Jan 4, 2012 12:33:45 GMT -8
||without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark|| ||lay right down - decide not to go on|| -----------------------------The honey haired woman sighed as she snatched her pet up and put her back on Temp's shoulder. She watched the boy. She sighed as he started to puke. She reached out and grabbed a napkin, wiping his face. "That is what happens when you eat to much, to fast. You stomach can't handle to much food." she said, as she eyed the woman coming up. "Let her take the plate. She's gonna help you get cleaned up." she smiled at the woman, and nodded. She touched his shoulder, as she let the woman take her plate. "You will be fine, but no food for right now. That was enough. You wanna get cleaned up?" she asked him carefully. -----------------------------||then from on high - somewhere in the distance|| ||there's a voice that calls, "remember who you are"||tagged| Anyone outfit| Clicknotes| Had muse, had to write it. Have fun. credit| Music to Brian Adams, Song is Sound the Bugle. Flame of Darkened Weyr made this. Don't steal or she'll have to sick her dragons on you.
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Post by theory on Jan 4, 2012 12:43:22 GMT -8
Steel had to fight with himself to let them take the plate away. Of course it held most of his the food he'd just eaten and didn't exactly seem to appetizing anymore. With a good amount of hesitation he didn't reach out and take it back. However, when the new woman tried to lead him away he quickly scooted close to Temp and grabbed her arm, eying the new person with distrust. He was attached to her and in his mind she was technically his master. She'd freed him, but he didn't really know how to live without one so he clung to her. Good thing his shirt was barely touched by the throw up. He'd gotten decent aim and most of it was on the plate, a little bit on the table as well.
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Post by Flame on Jan 4, 2012 13:12:04 GMT -8
||without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark|| ||lay right down - decide not to go on|| -----------------------------Long limbs gave him a quick hug. "Steel. Go with her. You are your own master." she said looking at him. He was going to have a growthspurt at some point. "She's not going to hurt you. She's going to clean you up, get you new clothes, clean your blanket, which shouldn't leave your room." she said sitting down to look at him. She sighed. "No one is going to hurt you. I promise. And if they do you can go to the candidate master and he or she will help you. I told you I was a slave girl as well. You can come back from that."
[/color] she said with a smile. She looked at him. "Stop lolly gaggin'. I'll take the dear boy." A pretty woman, with gray and brown hair. Her smile was kind. She crouched down to look at the boy. "I am Amara, of blue Keth. I helped Temperance, You want to come with me? We'll find some good juice, get you cleaned up and your room settled. I might even have a gift for you. if your good." she said with a smile. Temperance nodded. "Go with Amara. She helped me, she'll help you. Do as she says. I have work to be done, but I'll be back to check on you. Amara, Keep him out of trouble. This one's special." she said standing up and moving to look at the smaller woman. Amara nodded. "I will. Come come on. I know my name, but what's yours?" the old woman said with a smile. -----------------------------||then from on high - somewhere in the distance|| ||there's a voice that calls, "remember who you are"||tagged| Anyone outfit| Clicknotes| Had muse, had to write it. Have fun. credit| Music to Brian Adams, Song is Sound the Bugle. Flame of Darkened Weyr made this. Don't steal or she'll have to sick her dragons on you. [/color] [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by theory on Jan 4, 2012 13:31:00 GMT -8
Steel was rather weary of the new woman who came over to kneel besides the bench he sat on. His light blue eyes were untrusting but as his friend spoke to him calmly he very slowly started to calm down. At the mention of juice he perked up a bit, only having had that once when he'd stolen it. The drink was actually rather expensive where he'd lived since fruit didn't grow there often. He'd stolen a big gourd of grape juice and downed it happily behind his master's home, hiding the container in the snow before anyone could find it. Granted that was just last week so they'd probably found it soon after he'd been taken away. To bad for his master that the blame most likely fell onto him.
With that random thought in mind Steel actually cracked a slight grin. His teeth were actually rather white for a slave, guess he just got lucky that he was never given anything that could really erode or harm them. He slid gingerly off the bench, reaching out hesitantly to grab a small piece of the woman's shirt-sleeve. When the lady asked him for his name he replied quickly but quietly. "Steel..." He really couldn't remember if he had a last name...
His eyes slowly glanced behind him at Temprance and he frowned slightly. "You...come back...right?" He didn't want her to just leave him. He'd listen to her, but he wanted to stay with her most of the time, not some random people he didn't fully trust. Though the woman offering him juice was definitely a good start to gaining some trust.
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