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10.Jul.23, 09:20 PM
"Ooooh, look what the felines dragged in," came a saucy voice from his left. Dressed in a pale tunic with a deep, deep V cut to its neckline, wearing a shit-eating grin, sauntered in Qoriene, one of the Candidate familiars who hopped around from Hatching to Hatching like most Weyrbred Candidates.
She had arrived from Ista just a day or two prior, and, like Orgailian, had been adjusting to the time zone (and weather) difference. Yeah, sure, she had grown up in the Weyr but Weyrs did that whole autonomy thing so each one had its culture, its flavor. High and mighty Fort, as some would say, since it had been the first Weyr established. Had to maintain some prestige, right? Whatever.
Qoriene was impish enough to break some rules but not any of the ones that mattered. She knew the lines. Especially has Hatching got closer. So, much to her grumbling, she was up when called, in bed when told, and eyeing that white robe hanging on its peg balefully. If she Impressed at Fort, she sure as Red Star wasn't staying at Fort, she had already decided. Too prim and proper and not a bare ass on a beach in sight, unlike Ista.
Qoriene's grin widened as she plopped down near Orgailian. "When'd you get here?" she asked. And before he could answer, she was eyeing his notebook and asking, "Writing terrible poetry again? You need to stop that shit. It doesn't get you laid nearly as much as you think it does." Not that either of them had that problem but it was still fun to joke, especially since it had been some months since she'd seen Orgailian. Definitely time to catch up.
She had arrived from Ista just a day or two prior, and, like Orgailian, had been adjusting to the time zone (and weather) difference. Yeah, sure, she had grown up in the Weyr but Weyrs did that whole autonomy thing so each one had its culture, its flavor. High and mighty Fort, as some would say, since it had been the first Weyr established. Had to maintain some prestige, right? Whatever.
Qoriene was impish enough to break some rules but not any of the ones that mattered. She knew the lines. Especially has Hatching got closer. So, much to her grumbling, she was up when called, in bed when told, and eyeing that white robe hanging on its peg balefully. If she Impressed at Fort, she sure as Red Star wasn't staying at Fort, she had already decided. Too prim and proper and not a bare ass on a beach in sight, unlike Ista.
Qoriene's grin widened as she plopped down near Orgailian. "When'd you get here?" she asked. And before he could answer, she was eyeing his notebook and asking, "Writing terrible poetry again? You need to stop that shit. It doesn't get you laid nearly as much as you think it does." Not that either of them had that problem but it was still fun to joke, especially since it had been some months since she'd seen Orgailian. Definitely time to catch up.
