Logs:Misrepresented, or not?
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| RL Date: 18 October, 2015 |
| Who: Silva, Serin, L'sha |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Serin ends up with all the action. |
| Where: Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 1, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: faryn/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: The time is a little wonky, it starts before the hatching and then we forgot a little bit that the hatching happened, and it ends after. So it reads a little funky! |
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| For someone as work avoidant as Silva, she's working very hard right now. Hair tied up and out of the way she's arranging the chairs in the area just so, like she's setting the scene for something bigger to happen. Tilting one chair towards the fire she pauses, a hand coming up to tap against her cheek. A tilt of a head as she surveys the room, and then steps forward to tug at a rug until it is a good few inches further from the fire. Serin comes out of the barracks, pausing as he sees Silva working. He attempts to be as quiet as possible to avoid being noticed, but seems quite interested in watching her work. Not stalkery at all. He brought something with him, however, and standing at the entrance just isn't going to work out for long. Walking towards one of the tables he flomps his work down on the table loudly, hides making a large noise in an otherwise quiet room. Bad timing Serin, as Silva's bent over tugging at that rug. It gives him a very good look at her rump. Despite the fact that they're wearing a uniform, Silva's made a few adjustments to make sure it fits well, and not at all like a bag. ALMOST she manages to even make it look attractive (though seriously, completely attractive is too much to ask for.) Straightening with a satisfied nod Silva jumps at the abrupt loud noise behind her. Whirling she fixes her eyes on Serin and they narrow. "Were you looking at my butt again? I swear, you're more of a pervert then I thought." You mean: Good timing. Serin does seem to have a pleasant smirk on his face as he tugs out a chair to sit near where he flomped his work on the table. He looks fairly well kept himself, hair nicely brushed and his clothes fitting actually pretty well on his fairly slender frame. Could be the smirk on his face is from surprising her, but never know. "Oh, yes. Of course I was. I think you have some dirt on it, though. Left cheek." He says with a wave of his hand, though is he telling the truth? One never knows. "I am a pervert, yes. Weyrbred through and through, darling." Her hand is moving backwards to brush against her bottom before it clicks that this is SERIN that is saying it, and so it's probably not true. Stilling her hand halfway through the movement Silva attempts to change it into something less obvious. A tug on her skirt say? Yes, that works. "It isn't something to be proud of. Seriously. It's just a turn off. Acting like that is only going to get you the attention of whores." Of which Silva is very much not including herself as a part of. "I guess you like having a dirty butt." Serin says with a light shrug, turning his attention to the pile of hides he brought with him that include a few maps and charts. He is trying to look quite dignified, sitting with a good posture and crossing his legs as he gets comfortable in the chair. "Is there something wrong with that? Attention is attention, and it's as good as you let it be." He says, glancing towards her with his pale blue eyes. "Besides, you should be flattered." Really, she's just waiting for him to look away so she can check to see if he is just pulling her leg about the dirt on her clothing. Since he hasn't yet, she forces herself to stand sstraight. With him sitting they're closer to a height than they would be if the taller man was standing, and it gives Silva a bit of confidence. A few steps bring her closer to the table and she reaches out a hand to poke at his hides, glancing at them without much interest. "Why should I be flattered that you would look?" Shifting so he can prop his head up with a hand, Serin's elbow is firmly planted on the hides even as they're getting poked at. His gaze doesn't waver, instead it remains on her as though challenging her resolve to -not- look and see if there's indeed a spot on her butt that needs to be brushed off. He's pretty sure it's eating away at her, and is just waiting to see if she'll break down. "Because. As much as I enjoy some women, I -prefer- men. Very few women get any interest from me at all." He says waiting to see if she'll flip her lid. Really, it could just make her wonder if he's just pulling her leg, the smirk on his face is hard to read. Shallow as Silva appears, she tends to take people at surface value. Her entire demeanor towards her fellow candidate flips on a dime. "Oh!" A smile spreads across her face and she does finally brush at her bottom. Dirt, hopefully gone. Rather then sit on a chair she settles herself upon the table, that smile on her face opening him up to insta friendship. "Thank you!" Oh Silva. :( "So, what do you think?" A hand gestures at the common area, with Silva's rearrangements in place. "I was thinking we needed to have a mixer." Serin laughs a little at the complete change of demeanour, and scrunches his nose a little afterwards. "So, that makes it okay to be a pervert around you then?" He wonders, taking in a deep breath and looking down at the maps he's brought out with him. The motion towards the sitting area makes him look over there and he shrugs. "Rug's pulled too far away from the hearth. How am I supposed to lay there and still soak up all the warmth like a fat feline?" He chides, and sighs a little. "A mixer? With all I've heard about the girls in this candidate class, I think getting them together might be a mistake." "Well, it's not like you're actually interested if you're gay!" Silva says this like it is obvious, with the slightest roll of her eyes. Apparently, being gay makes Serin abruptly the safest guy in the world. "So... you think it should be closer?" She's giving his advice all the seriousness she gives anything, and his last brings out a little laugh. "They're a little mean." No, Silva finds no irony in that. "So I was thinking, maybe if we had a party, that they'd loosen up a little bit. Relax." "Right..." Serin says, playing along with Silva and even going so far as to lean a little closer to her while she sits on the table. Yep, completely safe guy to be around. "I think so. But, it's my favorite place to sprawl when it's quiet in here." He admits, though how often that is - hard to say. He then makes another suggestion, "Maybe you should move all the furniture out to the edges, and put a ring in the middle. Where they can take turns wrestling each other. We can sell tickets, and take bets." He suggests, looking up at her like he's completely serious. "No, silly." Silva reaches out to slap Serin's arm lightly. To anyone else it would look flirty, but Silva's convinced that Serin's gay. So touching him is 100% okay. "We need them to try to be friends, not have them fight. Don't joke like that." Crossing her legs Silva swings them gently, perhaps showing off a little bit now that she knows it is safe. "I mean, they can't all be bitches. It's probably just them like... trying to fit in. I mean, I haven't been anything but nice to all of them. I'm sure under all that bad hair and scowls there are perfectly lovely women." Oh, the 180 in her demeanor towards him really does amuse him, and Serin reaches out to take her hand and pat it. You know, testing the limits of what he can get away with. "But, we could make so many marks. Toss them in some swim clothes and we could make even -more-." He really is trying to make it sound like an inviting proposition. "I'm sure a lot of bronzeriders would come." He gives a quick nod, yep. That'd happen. "A lot of the women at High Reaches can be... uh... bitchy. I don't know why that is." Silva squeezes it back, having apparently forgiven him completely for the whole tunnel-snake thing. There's a faint shudder at the mention of bronzeriders. "I've totally met a few of them. They can be a little forward." Hi H'vier. Maybe not the best person to compare the rest of the color to? "But like, whatever. So long as they don't touch me," Silva brushes her thumb across Serin's hand, like he's an old girlfriend. "Seriously, I don't get it. Which is why I want to do the mixer! At worst they like, just won't come. And then it's their loss." Serin tries to restrain himself from grinning too much, trying to keep a serious expression on his face with some effectiveness. "Some more than others, don't judge them all based on a couple experiences." He suggests, full of wise words from this very innocent Starsmith. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from them. Keep them for myself." He says with a chuckle, you know, trying to play things up. "Girls are just mean sometimes. Jealous of whatever someone else is wearing and whatever else girls get upset about. I wouldn't know." He says with a shrug, though does wonder, "When are you thinking about doing this mixer? The eggs could hatch at any time you know, at least, one of the clutches." "Well, I guess that makes sense. I mean," One foot stretches out in front of her her so that Silva can examine the length of it down to her pointed toes. Those shoes? Totally not regulation uniform. "I do have a lot more than they have." Letting her leg drop Silva slides off the edge of the table and extends an arm towards the young man. She's totally going to get all cuddly now that she knows that she's safe. "Well, I was thinking soon. Like, I made friends with this boy in the caverns, so I think I can swing some refreshments. And since like, we're all here already..." She glances towards the doorway to the candidate barracks. "It wouldn't be too hard." Serin really can't keep himself from laughing - at least, a little bit. "Right, you have -so- much more than they can ever wish to have. Are they mean to you?" He wonders, shifting his chair over and then wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer towards him on the table and more easily keep his arms looped around her. Luckily, the hidework is out of the way so he can do just that. "Better make sure to have a healer available just on backup. You know, in case the claws come out." He teases, nope, not enjoying this at all. Not even a little. "Seriously." No false modesty as Silva allows herself to get tugged closer to him. She'll take it one step closer and just settle herself right onto his lap, like they've been best friends forever. "I've totally been nice to all of them. I mean, there are a few that could be stunning if they'd just let me do their hair! Like... Oh, that Faryn. A little bit of a curl here, a bit of blush. I mean, she could probably even get you to look." Turning her gaze outwards Silva examines the room again. "Maybe you're right though. If we open up the area they could use the middle for dancing!" Serin pushes the chair out from the table to be accomodating, keeping his arms wrapped around her as she settles right onto his lap. Really, he couldn't look happier than a cat that got a giant bowl of cream set down in front of them. "You can't change them if they don't want to change, you know. Let them be themselves, whatever that means." He says, even going so far as to pat at her thigh as he talks. "Faryn seems nice enough, at least, what little I've seen of her." He admits, and then glances towards the room himself, "Maybe. You got someone you'd dance with?" Maybe if she was facing him and saw that satisfied look on his face Silva might have doubts as to his gay-ness. But no, her back is to him and she's just going to get all comfortable on his lap. A slight pout rests on her lips as she sighs dramatically against him. "I guess? I just wish she'd let me do her hair! But she says I remind her of someone who I guess wasn't really nice? But I totally am, so she shouldn't judge me against some other bitch." Wiggling slightly Silva laces her fingers through his. "No, but there are plenty of boys here. So I'm sur it wouldn't be too hard. The trick is getting them to let go." Serin takes the opportunity to rest his head against Silva's shoulder, which lets his long blond hair drape over the front of her just a little - what's fallen out of the tail he's pulled it into. Anyone who walked in would think there was something going on, but he's actually -behaving-, just keeping his hands loose around her waist and relaxing. "Some people are really picky on who they'll let do things with their hair. I don't let anyone touch mine." He says, and then laces his fingers through hers and gives a brief nod. "Well, I'd dance with you if you wanted. No worries about me letting go." It's like he's tossed out a challenge, and Silva's free hand comes up to brush against those blond locks. "Would you let me? I mean," That hand travels up further and undoes the band keeping her hair up. It's done in such a way that when it falls out it has just that slightest of curls to it. "you can see I know what I'm doing." Turning just a little in his embrace she beams at him, seriously, this is making her day. Friends ftw! "That's the nicest thing someone has said to me since I came here! I think I was wrong about you." Serin gives a bit of a frown as his hair is brushed against, though he wonders, "You wouldn't braid them and make me look like a girl would you? I mean, I know I already have long hair and look kind of girly." He mutters, but he doesn't want his hair in pig tailed braids with ribbons on the end, you get it? He gives a quick smile to her as she turns and beams at him. "I think you were too. See, I'm a completely good guy." Sitting up straight Silva turns to look right at Serin, green eyes completely serious - as matters of fashion deserve to be dealt with. "Oh no. I mean, you want cute guys to look at you, right? So you have to look good for them. Braids and bows just wouldn't do it." It's said firmly enough that there's little chance her sincerity could be doubted. "I guess... I'm sorry for screaming and what not. Before. I just..." and for the first time she looks a little put upon, "the guys here are so forward. I mean, flirting is one thing, but like... this one guy straight up tried to get me alone to tumble. Just, like, I want it to be the right guy." "What would you suggest, then?" Serin asks, seeming still just a bit skeptical, as most women seem to want to toss his hair up in braids and making him look 'pretty'. He does keep his hands loose around her waist, though there's a bit of a brush of a thumb against her stomach that could be just by chance. Surely he wouldn't be trying to feel her up at all. "That's guys for you, nothing wrong with a quick tumble is there? I mean, I guess girls have to be a little more picky since they might end up pregnant." In one fluid motion Silva bounces to her feet, so that she can face Serin head on. Fingers reach forward and brush through his hair. Tilting her head just sideways she examines him closely. "Really, I wouldn't do too too much. Just like, maybe a little straighter here. Tie it back with a band about half way down. Maybe a single lock to frame your face. You do have stunning eyes." As for tumbling... "I guess? But that's not what I would want. It should like, be more than just a thing. My daddy was all concerned about the boys back home, but I wouldn't have done anything unless I knew it was real." Serin does have quite nice hair. Bright golden blond and mostly straight, and soft like that of a child's, really many a girl would wish to have it for themselves. He releases his hands from around her to let her tug away, really, having her be so open to him is worth trying to pretend. "But wouldn't that just get in the way? It'd be strange." He says, not entirely sure about her suggestion, and shrugging a little at the last. "How real does it have to be before you consider it? My mother had five children by five different men, so it's not like I was raised with high morals." "The tie?" Silva misunderstands what would get in the way and shakes her head. "No, it would show off your bone structure." Reaching up she traces the line of his cheekbone. "Any guy would be stupid to not look at you. I don't know, but like... I don't know." She finishes a bit helplessly, not quite sure how to quantify it. "I mean, like, I'm not above using guys looking at me, but to actually do it? I don't know. Maybe if they were nice like you've been?" "My hair. It'd get loose and it'd just be a mess." Serin seems to think so anyways, lifting his gaze to meet hers for a long moment as she traces along his cheekbone. Yep, he does have some nice ones, even if not overly masculine. "A lot of guys aren't interested in other guys. I get it. Just like a lot of girls aren't interested in other girls." He says, trying to look disappointed by his sore lack of prospects. "Have you ever even kissed a boy? I bet you haven't." He says, a quick smile crossing his features. "Oh no," Silva is quick to disagree with him, pulling away slightly. She pulls her own hair over a shoulder to demonstrate. "If you put the loop into a little bit of water before you tie it on it'll shrink just a little bit and hold just about anything. Unless you were like, rolling around on the floor with it." Such a silly idea has the girl smiling. A slight blush rises on her cheeks when he brings up kissing. "Well... I have. A little. My mother caught me with this one boy, and that's when she sent me off here so that my aunt could keep an eye on me." Serin lifts his hands to pull the tie out of his hair and let the blond locks fall free, and then arches a brow. "Show me, then." He says, grinning a bit at the thought of rolling around not making it fall down. "Well, if you /ever/ need any help with anything regarding boys, you just tell me. I know a lot and I can teach you whatever you like." He says, you know, in case she needs a practice kissing partner or something. Because, of course that'll be acceptable too, right? Someone is finally letting her play with their hair? Silva might just be on cloud nine. A finger gets held up, "I'll be right back. Don't move." And with that she's trotting across the room to rescue a pitcher of water so she can demonstrate with the tie he is holding upwards. It doesn't take long till she's back and moves behind him so she can run her fingers through his hair. "Really? That's like, so nice. I do like one of the other candidates, but he seems so oblivious." Watching as she escapes to go get water and anything else she needs, Serin has a smug smile on his face and rolls up the hides to get them out of the way before she comes back. He's pretty compliant, really, and lets her run her fingers through his hair and shifts so he can prop his head up on his hands as he slouches so she can reach the top of his head a little better. "Which one is that? There aren't that many boys in the group, at least, none that are really nice to look at." He says sadly, yep. None to his liking. "You are the first gay guy I've seen in our group. It must be hard not to have anyone you're interested in around." There's real pity there in Silva's voice. Her fingers running through his hair are gently, but competent. The slightest of twitches here and there rearranges how his locks fall. Two long pieces are allowed to be free around each side of his face, while the rest is gathered up behind. "He's that brown-haired healer? I knew him a little before candidacy. So cute." Cue a dreamy sigh. "Oh, I /have/ someone I'm interested in. Have you met L'sha? He's a greenrider." Serin asks, though he seriously doubts that she has. He holds still as his hair has fingers running through it, shifting only a little when there's a tickle he's not expecting. Yep, he's doing really good at this playing completely gay thing, only bringing up things he deems relevant. "You don't know his name? Come on, you need to know that before you can actually start talking to him and getting closer." He teases. "Ohh, I don't know him. But like, I haven't met too many riders. For some reason, like, they don't have much time for me." CLEARLY because Silva's personality is just too awesome for words. In one smooth move she slips the wet tie onto his hair and secures it. Stepping away she moves before him again to look critically at her handiwork. "You look amazing." "They're just busy. I rarely get to see L'sha and since I'm a candidate..." Serin says, pausing as he frowns a little, "If I Impress, it'll be /forever/ until I can do much with him." He complains, because well, at the moment that seems like the biggest problem with walking off the sands with a dragon in tow. He has no idea how exciting it'll be to have a dragon of his own, only assumtions. Once his hair is finished, he just reaches a hand up to try and play with it to figure out what's different - of course, it might mean he messes something up. "Think so?" "I'm so sorry." Silva leans forward to wrap Serin in a hug. See, she's not completely an unfeeling bitch. Just acts like it when people don't giver her fashion sense proper due. The hug is quick and she pulls back again swiftly. "I know so. You look great." Turning slightly she looks out across the room once more. This leaves her from seeing his mess up her work. Hugs? Hugs are good, and Serin wraps his arms around Silva and gives her a quick one in return. Nope, she's not an unfeeling bitch. Not at all. "It's alright." He says with a grin and a shrug, "Things are all good. I'm enjoying being a candidate, and I'm looking forward to the hatching like everyone else." He says, getting himself to his feet to stretch a little since he's been sitting for a while. "It's nice to be able to keep working as a Starsmith too. Like I won't miss anything if I don't Impress and have to just go back to crafting." Just shallow. Very... very shallow. "I'm not sure what I'll do if this doesn't work out. Like, I //don't// want to go back and work for my aunt again in the caverns. I mean, ew. I finally figured out how to scrub without getting gunk under my nails," and she'll hold them up, shorter than she'd like, but painted neatly and clean, "but I don't want to do //that// for the rest of my life. And K'del says it would cause trouble if people found out I was a candidate, so like, I'm not sure if I could even go home. Even..." and that pout comes back, "if they'd let me come home." "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you'll figure something out. Maybe doing people's hair, or something. Though I guess it's hard if the girls won't even let you do it now." Serin says, flopping back into his chair and slouching. Such bad posture he has. "I'm sure something will work out, so try not to worry. Right?" He says with a grin, wiggling his fingers at her. "Worse things in the world than getting dirt under your nails." Very good Serin, just stroke Silva's ego. "Maybe it's just because they are candidates. If they aren't, maybe they'll relax?" Hope there lingers in Silva's voice, and she turns back to eye him. That posture gives her the lightest hint of doubt about his gayness, but she banishes it without a second thought. He cared about his hair! Must be gay. "I guess there could be worse things. But I don't want to be scrubbing forever." They're standing by a table, Silva having just rearranged the room itself to make it more party-friendly. "Have you tried doing other people's hair? Like.. I don't know. Other girls, not candidates." Serin asks, seems his slouchy posture isn't going to get any better, as he sits at a table littered with star maps and calculations that he was supposed to be working on, but currently isn't. "Then you'll have to try other things. No crafts ever caught your eye?" He wonders, sighing as his stomach rumbles a little. Seems a snack might be in order, soon. L'sha wanders into the common room and looks around, then spies Serin across the room with Silva. He grins and waves, then heads over to him. "Hi, sweetie, how are you?" He gives Silva a friendly smile, taking note of the knot on her shoulder. "Another candidate, I see? I'm L'sha, green Rillaeth's rider. Nice to meet you!" He extends a hand to the woman.
"You think that weyrlings will be able to do fun things? You -do- realize they have to clean up dragon dung until the dragons can fly and go between, right?" Serin asks, arching a brow at the girl as if she thinks she's going to get away from doing unsightly chores just because she'd suddenly be a dragonrider. However, his expression changes to one much more pleased when L'sha comes wandering in. It twists a little after as Silva claims L'sha to be his boyfriend, and he shakes his head with a roll of his eyes. "She.. really jumps to conclusions." He says with a grin at L'sha, but he does give a genuinely pleased smile towards the greenrider. "Hungry. I'm /hungry/. Just.. all of the sudden." L'sha blinks at Silva as she spins around at him. "Huh? Oh! Well, yes, I suppose I am. Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" He notices something different about Serin and suddenly goes to inspect the starsmith's hair. "Hmmm..." He studies Silva's handiwork critically, then smirks at Silva. "Oh yes, you can look forward to more chores and hard work if you Impress. And if you thought mucking out stables was bad..." He looks back at Serin. "Want me to get you something from the kitchen?" People keep telling Silva about how life as a weyrling is going to be, but it keeps going right through one ear and out the other. A life worse than having to clean everything? Poor girl if she actually does impress. L'sha's admission of being Serin's boyfriend brings a wide grin to her face and an abrupt hug in his direction. It's quick before Silva's pulling back again. "I should probably like, so get the rest of this mixer figured out. You'll come right?" To Serin, though she widens it and loops L'sha also, "And you?" Look at those wide hopeful eyes. Serin does have his hair done really nicely, a bit of the blond framing his face while the rest is loosely tied back in a pretty firm looking tie. He just shakes his head at Silva, she'll learn the hard way one would presume. "She'll just have to figure it out." He says, giving a smirk at L'sha and watching as Silva goes to hug the greenrider as well, before pulling back. "I -guess-." He says, getting himself to his feet before nudging L'sha towards one of the seats to sit. "I'll get something, you probably have been busy and need a break. Either of you want something? I'm probably going for sweets. Won't take but a moment." L'sha straightens up from his perusal of Serin's hair. "I approve! It looks very nice, thank you. Though I do prefer it down." He winks at Silva, then blinks again as the woman suddenly hugs him. Never one to turn down a hug, he smiles and is about to hug back, but she's off again. The greenrider looks somewhat awkward, before smiling at Serin's offer. "Oh, no, thanks, I just ate. You go ahead." Looking back at Silva, he asks, "Oh, are you having a party? Well, sure, I suppose I'll come..." He glances again at Serin for confirmation. Silva claps her hands together in complete delight. "Good! No, thank you, I have to go make sure everyone knows they're invited. Like.... two days I think." A small twirl has Silva's hair spinning out. One last glance around before Silva flounces towards the candidate barracks, her voice already raised when she opens the door. "Guys! Like, I have the most exciting news ever!" And the door closes behind, cutting off Silva's voice, and any snapping that might happen in her direction because of said pronouncement. Serin blushes just a little when L'sha says he'd prefer his hair down, but he takes the moment to run off himself after nodding when the greenrider glances at him for confirmation. He darts off to the kitchen, and returns with a sweet pastry just in time to see Silva run into the barracks proclaiming her 'big news'. "She's... a strange one." He says, once he's pretty sure the door is closed and she can't hear them anymore - probably because the grumbles inside the barracks will be too loud. "Sure you don't want a bite?" He asks, wiggling the pastry at L'sha with a big grin. L'sha chuckles as Silva runs off into the barracks. When Serin returns, he nods. "Yeah, no kidding. She never did tell me her name, what is it? I think she might be in for quite a rude awakening if she Impresses. Did you see Niahvth's hatching?" He looks at the offered pastry longingly, then opens his mouth to let Serin feed it to him. "It's uhh..." Serin doesn't seem too sure for a long moment, before he finally remembers, "Silva. I think. Something like that." He says, and feeds a bite of the pastry to L'sha before taking a big bite out of it for himself. "We were there, no dragons for us. But there's another clutch so.. second chance all in one." He says with a light shrug, "Though it feels less likely now that we've already been out there. Bitter taste of disappointment, and all that." L'sha takes a bite of the pastry, a beatific expression on his face as he chews. The expression fades when he hears about Niahvth's clutch. "Oh, well, I suppose that's obvious, but it's a shame. Yes, there's the next clutch!" He thinks about that for a moment. "Oh, that means you'll be standing for Lythronath's clutch. Um. Well, you might want to be fast on your feet if the hatchlings are anything like the sire. But you shouldn't be dicouraged! I'm sure your dragon will be out there. By the way, have you...met Lythronath yet?" Deciding to walk away to go reclaim his chair, Serin sits near where his charts and other hidework is laid out on the table while patting his lap in invitation to L'sha. "Me? No. I try to avoid the sands as much as possible. They're hot and miserable, and the last time I heard the girls got after eachother and there was blood." Yep, he doesn't know any of the details, but the bits he heard made it so he's not rushing out to go touch eggs unlike most candidates. "I think I'm in a group with a lot of crazy people. Was your group like that? Bunch of crazy and strange girls?" L'sha grins and carefully sits on Serin's lap, hoping the chair is strong enough for two. He drapes an arm on Serin's shoulders. "Well, Lythronath is...different. I was in the galleries the other day and it looked like there was dried blood all over his eggs. He likes to mark his territory. My group...well, I wouldn't really call them crazy, but I guess...difficult? That's a better word. Except Ghena, the one who searched you, we got along really well. A'rist and Lythronath were in my class, A'rist is nice, but quiet, reserved. Lythronath gave Rillaeth an awful scare once, but they seem to get along now. They forget, you know. As for the blood, well, that can happen. I'd expect more, actually with Lynner as the sire. Watch for those claws!" So far so good, the chair seems to hold up but then Serin's not exactly large and he's seen some pretty robust people sit in these chairs. Wrapping his arms around L'sha's waist, he leans so he can press his cheek against the other man's shoulder and listen. "There were girls having a fight and some came back bloody the other day, before the hatching. I .. didn't see much and didn't lurk around to find out. I think they have it out for eachother." He says, though he does add, "Pia seems alright, and as much as Silva's a bit over the top she's not -so- bad." So, there is some hope. "I'm already scared to go out there again with more dragons roaming around. You don't have to scare me any more. You should be /comforting/ me." He says, looking up at L'sha with a big smile. L'sha smiles and strokes Serin's hair, being careful not to mess up his new 'do. "Yeah, sounds like you do have some crazy ones in your group. Pia, I think I heard people saying that she impressed in Niahvth's clutch? I don't know her, though." He chuckles and looks at Serin. "Oh, you're being silly. Dragons would never deliberately hurt anyone. Well, I'm not so sure about Lythronath, though..." He smirks and leans closer to Serin. "But you're right, I should put your mind at ease. Would this do?" He kisses the starsmith softly on the lips. Serin does seem to like having his hair played with, messing it up or not doesn't seem to matter to him when it's L'sha doing it. "She's a Starsmith too, I think. I haven't run into her for more than a few moments here and there. Really, this whole candidacy thing is just flying by and it's making me nervous now that it's truly almost over." He admits, giving the greenrider a bit of a pout. "I've seen baby dragons trample over people to get to their lifemate. It's /scary/." He says, who knows what hatching he was at that it happened, but it probably did. He takes in a deep breath and sighs, before leaning forward to meet L'sha's lips and give him a kiss in return. L'sha breaks the kiss and pulls back a bit, smiling. "You shouldn't worry about it so much, just relax and enjoy the experience. Your viewpoint may change if you impress. Yes, people can and do get hurt in hatchings, but only because the hatchlings are so hungry and desperate to find a mate. They don't know their own strength, or how sharp their claws and teeth are. It can be scary, but the rewards, if you impress, are more than worth it, trust me." He smiles and meets Serin's lips again to reassure him some more. Serin rests his head against L'sha's chest after the first kiss, sighing. "I just want it to be over, honestly. If I -don't- Impress, you better have a space for me in your weyr for the night. It seems like so long since the last time I got to visit." He says with a sigh, looking up and getting another reassuring kiss on his lips which draws out another quick smile. "You are going to be in the galleries, right? I think my mother will be too, somewhere. Maybe a brother of mine. Not quite sure, depends on the hour and all too." L'sha grins after he's done kissing Serin. "Well, I like to think positively, but you can definitely come to visit if you don't impress. However often you want. It does feel like forever, though." He nods, "Absolutely, I wouldn't miss it for the world! I'd like to meet your family, too." "Oh shards, no you don't. They're awful. /I/ don't even want to meet my family." Serin says quickly, even if he does keep his arms wrapped tightly around L'sha. "They're embarassing, and it's likely my -mother- would hit on you. That's.. I can't even explain how awful that is. She doesn't care, but I do. I mean, ew. She's my mother." He says with a scrunch of his nose, and nudges L'sha a little. "I'm sure your family isn't half as embarassing so you just have no idea. My brothers are alright, I suppose. You could meet them." L'sha smirks. "Well, okay, maybe not, then. I could meet your brothers, that should be fine. What's it like, having brothers? I'm an only child, as far as I know. My parents were both riders, so the closest thing I have to brothers and sisters are the other fosterlings I grew up with. My parents might be at the hatching, they like to go sometimes. Maybe you can meet them." "A little weird, all my brothers are so different than I am. You saw one over the diving cliff in the summer, remember?" Serin asks, giving the greenrider a nudge. "The big guy with brown hair that was hitting on all the girls. He's pretty successful at it too. They're all crafters, not a rider among all of us. Only me and one other is still at High Reaches, but it's alright. I'd like to meet your parents. It must be interesting being the only child. I was just spoiled because I was the youngest." «More not caught!» |
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Faryn (22:38, 18 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Oh god a candidate mixer would be perfect. Pity the time frame between now and the hatching is so brief. Not that Faryn would have fun. It'd be like a middle school dance, everyone nervous and weird against the wall with Joce and Faryn supervising like pissed off chaperones.
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