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22.Apr.21, 11:30 AM
Cazelarias slunk down the back corridor, usually only used by the kitchen workers, and slipped into the kitchen. He’d woken up late, rolled out of bed, and realised it was after lunchtime when he peeked outside at the sun. It was too bright to hang around for long, and the young man had slunk back into the halls, and then back into his own weyr. It was small, and didn’t have a ledge – as he didn’t have a dragon – and he’d found he was mostly left alone in it. It was too small for socialising and he didn’t feel like hosting, anyway.
Hearing a greeting, Cazelarias looked up and offered a half-hearted wave to the elderly woman that smiled at him, and then made his way around the kitchen, being sure to stay out of the way of the workers as he collected some food for his breakfast-lunch. Once he had more than he was going to eat, Cazelarias slipped around the outskirts and into the back corner, where he was out of the way and could eat his food without being bothered. He ate in silence, half the time staring sightlessly down at his food, and occasionally glancing up to watch the kitchen workers move around.
When he’d finished, Cazelarias slipped his leftovers into the scrap bin, and dropped his plate on the wash pile, slipping out again and managing to dodge the elderly grandma that kept trying to adopt him. He slunk back down the back corridors, managing to avoid the majority of the Weyr until the last few halls before his personal weyr. Slipping out into the main corridor, Cazelarias sighed to himself, and skulked towards his hall, head drooped and gaze more on his own feet than what was ahead of him. Which didn’t help when he bumped into the body of someone else, grunted, tripped over his own feet, and landed heavily on his rump.
Cazelarias gasped; his wrists stung from breaking his fall and his arse hurt from being landed on. The toes on one foot were stinging from where he’d stepped on himself. He drew in to himself, attempting to vanish, so that whomever he’d run into would step around him and continue on down the hall without comment, while Cazelarias brushed aside the tears that were on his cheek, trying not to actually sob as he broke down and cried silently.
Hearing a greeting, Cazelarias looked up and offered a half-hearted wave to the elderly woman that smiled at him, and then made his way around the kitchen, being sure to stay out of the way of the workers as he collected some food for his breakfast-lunch. Once he had more than he was going to eat, Cazelarias slipped around the outskirts and into the back corner, where he was out of the way and could eat his food without being bothered. He ate in silence, half the time staring sightlessly down at his food, and occasionally glancing up to watch the kitchen workers move around.
When he’d finished, Cazelarias slipped his leftovers into the scrap bin, and dropped his plate on the wash pile, slipping out again and managing to dodge the elderly grandma that kept trying to adopt him. He slunk back down the back corridors, managing to avoid the majority of the Weyr until the last few halls before his personal weyr. Slipping out into the main corridor, Cazelarias sighed to himself, and skulked towards his hall, head drooped and gaze more on his own feet than what was ahead of him. Which didn’t help when he bumped into the body of someone else, grunted, tripped over his own feet, and landed heavily on his rump.
Cazelarias gasped; his wrists stung from breaking his fall and his arse hurt from being landed on. The toes on one foot were stinging from where he’d stepped on himself. He drew in to himself, attempting to vanish, so that whomever he’d run into would step around him and continue on down the hall without comment, while Cazelarias brushed aside the tears that were on his cheek, trying not to actually sob as he broke down and cried silently.
