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28.Nov.12, 04:14 AM
Aparicus rolled over in her bed again, one hand on her stomach even though she was beginning to learn when it was her own hunger that plagued it or when it was Cinnamon’s. At first she’d not been able to tell the difference, but even as she learned the signs she found herself unable to sleep through it. Again she rolled over before the timid chirp sounded from above her head on the other half of her pillow. Sighing, she looked up to find the little bronze staring at her with his eyes whirling slowly. She could tell he felt bad for keeping her awake – just like she knew he was hungry. It was strange, to share his feelings with him and she’d learned from the lessons that he felt hers as well.
“No, I’m not angry little one.” She crooned before sitting up. He cheeped again, almost timidly before crawling over into her lap and nudging her stomach in his plea for something to eat. “I’m not sure if there is anything fresh, but we can check to see if there are leftovers from dinner.” She said, finally giving in as she pet him before setting him aside to gather her boots and her shawl.
Wrapping it around her shoulders, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail before finally grabbing a little basket with a lid. Opening the lid, she tilted it forward for the little lizard to climb into before she made her way toward the kitchens. She’d learned from watching other’s with their fire lizards first that not everyone in the Weyr was comfortable around them yet, but she was still loath to leave him by himself. The basket kept him hidden and kept him close. They had both seemed to agree that this was preferred to her leaving him alone in her room.
It was not long before she found some leftover meat rolls. Grabbing two for the lizard and one for herself, she put them on a plate before also getting a glass of juice and making her way toward the sitting area. It was wonderfully quiet with only a few individuals in the Hall – but she’d long since learned that sitting alone at this time was not always the best of ideas. Frowning, she looked around until she saw the face of another Candidate. Nejerc. She’d not done a lot of talking with him – after all he was the sort of person who seemed content to sit out of the way and just watch people. Of course, she wasn’t much better, though she was sure he didn’t develop the habit out of fear.
Even so, in the two and a half turns she’d been at the Weyr, he’d never struck her as violent or angry or even forward… Couple that with the fact that he was the only face in the Hall that she was currently familiar with or at least not completely uncomfortable with and it left him her only hope for sanctuary as she ate to satisfy herself and the little lizard hidden in her basket. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over before giving him a smile and sitting across from him and a seat over – leaving plenty of space between them, but still close enough to be seen by other’s as seated together.
“Good Evening, Nejerc.” She said softly as she set the glass and plate down before setting her basket on the opposite side of her plate to her fellow candidate. “Not asleep yet?”
“No, I’m not angry little one.” She crooned before sitting up. He cheeped again, almost timidly before crawling over into her lap and nudging her stomach in his plea for something to eat. “I’m not sure if there is anything fresh, but we can check to see if there are leftovers from dinner.” She said, finally giving in as she pet him before setting him aside to gather her boots and her shawl.
Wrapping it around her shoulders, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail before finally grabbing a little basket with a lid. Opening the lid, she tilted it forward for the little lizard to climb into before she made her way toward the kitchens. She’d learned from watching other’s with their fire lizards first that not everyone in the Weyr was comfortable around them yet, but she was still loath to leave him by himself. The basket kept him hidden and kept him close. They had both seemed to agree that this was preferred to her leaving him alone in her room.
It was not long before she found some leftover meat rolls. Grabbing two for the lizard and one for herself, she put them on a plate before also getting a glass of juice and making her way toward the sitting area. It was wonderfully quiet with only a few individuals in the Hall – but she’d long since learned that sitting alone at this time was not always the best of ideas. Frowning, she looked around until she saw the face of another Candidate. Nejerc. She’d not done a lot of talking with him – after all he was the sort of person who seemed content to sit out of the way and just watch people. Of course, she wasn’t much better, though she was sure he didn’t develop the habit out of fear.
Even so, in the two and a half turns she’d been at the Weyr, he’d never struck her as violent or angry or even forward… Couple that with the fact that he was the only face in the Hall that she was currently familiar with or at least not completely uncomfortable with and it left him her only hope for sanctuary as she ate to satisfy herself and the little lizard hidden in her basket. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over before giving him a smile and sitting across from him and a seat over – leaving plenty of space between them, but still close enough to be seen by other’s as seated together.
“Good Evening, Nejerc.” She said softly as she set the glass and plate down before setting her basket on the opposite side of her plate to her fellow candidate. “Not asleep yet?”
