23.Jun.13, 10:19 PM
From the moment Briyden woke, she'd found herself feeling dreadfully bored. Chores dictated that she be up in the late morning, not something that she was particularly opposed to but surely not something she found to be especially dreadful. She was normally awake by that time at any rate, however she surely would've much preferred spending her time in a multitude of different ways rather than completing her daily labor. To say that Briyden was required to devote a whole lot of time to her chores would've been a vast overstatement. The young woman was particularly ineffective when it came to completely most menial tasks, and typically was quickly rotated through a number of quick, simple tasks to maximize her usefulness. Rukbat was well up into the sky when the blonde was allowed to begin spending her time to herself, and she chose to quickly retire to her quarters to change and consider what she might potentially do with the rest of her day. Having slipped into a pale green dress featuring very simple embroidery at the waist. While she'd taken her sweet time deciding just what to wear, it still hadn't proved to be long enough for her to come up with an idea of what she'd like to do. Resigned, she'd flopped back on her bedding, toying with her hair idly and doing a whole lot of nothing for a good half-candlemark.
She had rather hoped to fall asleep for a spell within the time that she laid unoccupied on top of her furs, but to her dismay, found her mind just restless enough to keep herself from dozing off. Finally, she rose, donned a pair of simple, black slippers, and headed out of her quarters. She moseyed aimlessly through the weyrfolk quarters for a spell, finally deciding that as the afternoon faded on she'd become a tad peckish and a visit to the Dining Hall was in order. The mid afternoon saw a fair amount of traffic to the hall, and at the very least, she assumed she would be able to find someone to entertain herself with once she'd arrived. As she breached the doors to the hall, she was greeted with the sight of mostly-occupied tables, the noise level rising slowly but surely.
It was only now that she was here in the hall that she decided she wasn't very hungry at all, but secured for herself a piece of bread to much at all the same. Her deep brown eyes darted across the faces of those seated in the hall, searching for one that struck her as familiar as she nibbled slowly at soft pieces plucked from the very inside of her chunk of bread. Finally, her eyes fell on a familiar face indeed, brows arching with interest as she shuffled across the length of the hall. She was stopped once or twice along the way and while she greeted those that halted her pleasantly enough, she made it quite clear with her eagerness to avoid conversation that she'd already worked out a destination in her mind and those who interrupted her on her way there were little but minor hindrances. It took her several minutes to make her way through the hall as it grew more and more crowded, but finally she made it to her target and sat herself quickly next to him.
"Hello R'nya, how are you? Well I hope." Her expression had shifted from one of mild exasperation to one that belied how pleased she was with herself for making it to the Bronzerider.
"How has your day been? Mine has been terribly boring." Her last word seemed to drip slowly from her lips, brows furrowed in a brief pout. Certainly R'nya would have something to do, something to say, something to occupy her. While she had no particular grounds for this assumption, she was set in it, the consideration that the Bronzerider could possibly be too busy to idly amuse her never so much as crossing her mind.
She had rather hoped to fall asleep for a spell within the time that she laid unoccupied on top of her furs, but to her dismay, found her mind just restless enough to keep herself from dozing off. Finally, she rose, donned a pair of simple, black slippers, and headed out of her quarters. She moseyed aimlessly through the weyrfolk quarters for a spell, finally deciding that as the afternoon faded on she'd become a tad peckish and a visit to the Dining Hall was in order. The mid afternoon saw a fair amount of traffic to the hall, and at the very least, she assumed she would be able to find someone to entertain herself with once she'd arrived. As she breached the doors to the hall, she was greeted with the sight of mostly-occupied tables, the noise level rising slowly but surely.
It was only now that she was here in the hall that she decided she wasn't very hungry at all, but secured for herself a piece of bread to much at all the same. Her deep brown eyes darted across the faces of those seated in the hall, searching for one that struck her as familiar as she nibbled slowly at soft pieces plucked from the very inside of her chunk of bread. Finally, her eyes fell on a familiar face indeed, brows arching with interest as she shuffled across the length of the hall. She was stopped once or twice along the way and while she greeted those that halted her pleasantly enough, she made it quite clear with her eagerness to avoid conversation that she'd already worked out a destination in her mind and those who interrupted her on her way there were little but minor hindrances. It took her several minutes to make her way through the hall as it grew more and more crowded, but finally she made it to her target and sat herself quickly next to him.
"Hello R'nya, how are you? Well I hope." Her expression had shifted from one of mild exasperation to one that belied how pleased she was with herself for making it to the Bronzerider.
"How has your day been? Mine has been terribly boring." Her last word seemed to drip slowly from her lips, brows furrowed in a brief pout. Certainly R'nya would have something to do, something to say, something to occupy her. While she had no particular grounds for this assumption, she was set in it, the consideration that the Bronzerider could possibly be too busy to idly amuse her never so much as crossing her mind.