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21.Nov.13, 08:52 PM
It was true, Zelina loved the younger children, but today, she had plans of her own. She was old enough now, after all, and she simply couldn't wait any longer. She just had to get permission to stand on the hatching sands for the next clutch, and she had to get that permission now. It simply would not do to wait. Her parents, however had dropped her off here, to go about with whatever it was they did when she was normally here. Zelina didn't ask what those things might be, as normally she was content to be here.
Her eyes darted around, trying to determine weather or not she was actually being watched by anyone, and to her dismay, more than one of the other children were indeed watching her, and she couldn't be sure that the adult wasn't watching either. Zelina hadn't bothered even trying to mentally pronounce the name of the person watching the children today, it was as much a brain-twist as it was a tongue twist to her, though, maybe she was remembering the wrong name for the face. She sometimes did that. She eyed the door longingly.
If only I could just get out of here. she thought to herself. She was almost certain that it was B'jin that was the person she needed to talk to. He was the Weyrling Master, after all. She practically bounced now in her impatience, not even realizing her own actions. Or the fact that they might draw attention to her mental state of unrest. Even with her bouncing and impatience, there was an absent smile playing at her lips, as often she smiled for no real reason.
She looked about, wondering if perhaps somehow she would be lucky enough for some sort of distraction to everyone else that she might slip out. She didn't dare hope that B'jin would actually come to her. That kind of good luck was only in tales told at bedtime to children younger than her. Yet, perhaps she could hope.
She sat down, right where she was, and continued her surveillance of everyone, just itching for her chance. She wouldn't be able to leave until one of her parents came to get her, if she didn't manage to slip out unnoticed, and her parents probably wouldn't be back in forever from now, of so that was how she was thinking it would be. Even the temptation of the babies wasn't enough to pull her from her determination to get out of the place and go in search of the Weyrling Master. Not that she really knew where to look. She huffed out a breath of air in her frustration, and then laid back, and stared at the ceiling, almost to the point of accepting defeat.
Her eyes darted around, trying to determine weather or not she was actually being watched by anyone, and to her dismay, more than one of the other children were indeed watching her, and she couldn't be sure that the adult wasn't watching either. Zelina hadn't bothered even trying to mentally pronounce the name of the person watching the children today, it was as much a brain-twist as it was a tongue twist to her, though, maybe she was remembering the wrong name for the face. She sometimes did that. She eyed the door longingly.
If only I could just get out of here. she thought to herself. She was almost certain that it was B'jin that was the person she needed to talk to. He was the Weyrling Master, after all. She practically bounced now in her impatience, not even realizing her own actions. Or the fact that they might draw attention to her mental state of unrest. Even with her bouncing and impatience, there was an absent smile playing at her lips, as often she smiled for no real reason.
She looked about, wondering if perhaps somehow she would be lucky enough for some sort of distraction to everyone else that she might slip out. She didn't dare hope that B'jin would actually come to her. That kind of good luck was only in tales told at bedtime to children younger than her. Yet, perhaps she could hope.
She sat down, right where she was, and continued her surveillance of everyone, just itching for her chance. She wouldn't be able to leave until one of her parents came to get her, if she didn't manage to slip out unnoticed, and her parents probably wouldn't be back in forever from now, of so that was how she was thinking it would be. Even the temptation of the babies wasn't enough to pull her from her determination to get out of the place and go in search of the Weyrling Master. Not that she really knew where to look. She huffed out a breath of air in her frustration, and then laid back, and stared at the ceiling, almost to the point of accepting defeat.
