10.Apr.13, 05:38 PM
Flowers out in neat little piles, Apari had measured out a small length of string and cut it before she’d looked up to finally catch a fellow candidate looking over at her. Returning her eyes to her work, Aparicus couldn’t help but glance up again after choosing her first two flowers to find the other candidate turning to look in her direction yet again. Apari knew the other woman wasn’t looking behind her, Apari always did her best to sit with her back to a wall, and there certainly was nobody sitting nearby.
Offering a smile, Aparicus waved with a free hand before picking up another flower to add to her current little bundle before deciding she was satisfied with it and tying the string in as neat of a bow that her hands allowed her to. Lifting her eyes once more to the woman across the room, Apari struggled with a name for a moment.
The fellow candidate was quite a bit taller than Apari but with similarly brown hair, though the woman’s was far straighter than Aparicus’ loose waves. P… P-something. Oh bother. she thought to herself as she attempted to pull the woman’s name from her memory. How long now had Aparicus been at the Weyr and she still found some of her fellow candidate names slipping from her mind. Oh they had just stood for the latest little gold too!
Silently Apari kicked herself until it came to her with a flourish and Aparicus smiled broadly. Peorray. It was a name that sounded like it should belong to a pretty song-bird, not a tall and seemingly muscular woman who very nearly intimidated Apari just by appearance. Though intimidating Aparicus was never difficult to do. One simply had to raise their voice and the woman would be scampering off to some corner to hide.
“Good Afternoon Peorray.” Apari finally said, just barely loud enough to carry across the distance between them. She didn’t want to disturb the other weyrfolk in the Hall, but with a childhood that was barren of idle chatter one really couldn’t blame the gold candidate for becoming fond of conversation.
Offering a smile, Aparicus waved with a free hand before picking up another flower to add to her current little bundle before deciding she was satisfied with it and tying the string in as neat of a bow that her hands allowed her to. Lifting her eyes once more to the woman across the room, Apari struggled with a name for a moment.
The fellow candidate was quite a bit taller than Apari but with similarly brown hair, though the woman’s was far straighter than Aparicus’ loose waves. P… P-something. Oh bother. she thought to herself as she attempted to pull the woman’s name from her memory. How long now had Aparicus been at the Weyr and she still found some of her fellow candidate names slipping from her mind. Oh they had just stood for the latest little gold too!
Silently Apari kicked herself until it came to her with a flourish and Aparicus smiled broadly. Peorray. It was a name that sounded like it should belong to a pretty song-bird, not a tall and seemingly muscular woman who very nearly intimidated Apari just by appearance. Though intimidating Aparicus was never difficult to do. One simply had to raise their voice and the woman would be scampering off to some corner to hide.
“Good Afternoon Peorray.” Apari finally said, just barely loud enough to carry across the distance between them. She didn’t want to disturb the other weyrfolk in the Hall, but with a childhood that was barren of idle chatter one really couldn’t blame the gold candidate for becoming fond of conversation.