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Post by thespork on Dec 9, 2008 14:17:41 GMT -5
After she had been brought to the Weyr and shown the barracks, Imere had been advised that it would be in her best interests to go and meet the Weyrwoman. And she agreed. Besides for the fact that she just plain liked meeting new people, she was curious to see what a Weyrwoman was like. She had never seen one up close before; the highest ranking person she had ever had the privilege of meeting was... well, her father, who was a Journeyman Woodcrafter.
Grier had been just as excited about meeting the Weyrwoman as she was. Imere was sad that he would never be able to Impress a dragon like she hoped to, but she was quite glad that he had the wonderful experience of riding the dragon like she had, and that he would also be in the Weyr with her. She didn't know how what she would do if she didn't have his constant companionship.
So, after dumping her small sack down on one of the cots in the barracks, she headed off, Grier in tow. She didn't have such a great memory, but the rider had given her good directions, and Grier remembered everything. Which was a good thing, she decided. There were so many new and interesting things to see on the way, that she for sure would have gotten lost had Grier not been there to get her back on track.
Once outside the Weyrwoman's quarters she stopped, and looked at the empty space beside her.
"You aren't serious, are you?" she asked, a nervous squeak to her voice. "I can't go in there by myself! You have to come with me."
But Grier wouldn't have it. He felt that such an important meeting, she should go by herself. She could do it! She only needed to take a deep breath and remember some of the etiquette lessons her father and mother had given her, and she would be fine.
Finally, Imere had to give in.
"Alright," she told him. "But if this goes bad, it's all your fault."
She took that deep breath, and knocked on the door.
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Character(s): Imere, Grier
Notes: Ugh, another sucky post. But I still luff my Imere. AND Grier.
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Post by blitheringidiot on Dec 9, 2008 14:40:19 GMT -5
Jouri was indeed in her Weyr, up to her elbows in funky-smelling oils.
She was oiling Linnelyth's shiny rainbow-y hide, a task that, oddly, she rather enjoyed. She and Linnelyth rarely had a moment's rest, time to spend with just the two of them... And oiling the Opal's hide provided the perfect excuse, even when someone offered to help (she would generally just refuse, except if it was D'ron who asked - she liked spending time with him, too, and Varanth would come along to have his hide oiled too, and it pleased Linnelyth to have him there, so everyone won out).
However, she was interupted in the middle of 'saying' something to Linnelyth when the sound of the door being knocked on echoed through her chamber.
Mildy surprised, because she usually wasn't bothered when doing this task (whether she did it inside or outside), Jouri blinked, startled for a moment, before carefully setting the nearly-empty sixth pot used down, and going to answer her door.
Unfortunately, it's seriously difficult to open doors with oil-slicked hands. So, she improvised by manipulating the handle with her bare foot, feeling kind of curious as to who was there.
She opened the door and stepped back, and was astonished.
A little girl?
"Er... Hello."
She wasn't quite sure what to say. There weren't any Weyrbrats who looked quite like this, as far as she knew...
She felt Linnelyth's amusement at the sort-of comic situation as the Opal lifted her head and peered over to see better for herself, and muttered a mental Shush, you. Character(s): Jouri of Opal Linnelyth. Word Count: 315 Note: Aww, your post wasn't that bad. xD I like Imere. And yeah, Grier too. |3 |
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Post by thespork on Dec 9, 2008 15:09:47 GMT -5
Seconds before the Weyrwoman opened the door, Imere realized that she didn't know what to expect. She certainly hoped that the lady wouldn't be upset with her for being here. What if she was interrupting something that was supposed to be private, like an important meeting or something? To her relief, the Weyrwoman didn't seem angry that she was there. In fact, the Weyrwoman sounded slightly confused to Imere's ears. Which was just fine with her, because all of a sudden she realized that she didn't quite know what she was going to say. Out of habit she looked at her side to Grier for support, then remembered that he had chosen to remain outside. How she wished he hadn't! He always knew what to do, even when she didn't.
Luckily, though, her sub-concious kicked in and recalled at least one of the things her father had said she should do when meeting someone important.
"My name is Imere, Weyrwoman," she said in a small voice. "I'm a Candidate here, and just arrived today."
She suddenly noticed the Opal dragon that was looking at her, and she took a couple of involuntary steps back. Imere had never seen anything quite that big, and to have something the size looking at you was rather disconcerting. It was almost as if the dragon was not only looking at you, but through you as well. Imere wondered if the dragon could read her thoughts. Word Count: -sighs- 255 Character: Imere Notes: I think Grier is my favorite thing about her. Heehee. |
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Post by blitheringidiot on Dec 9, 2008 16:22:51 GMT -5
Jouri had to hold back a laugh at Imere's reaction to Linnelyth, but couldn't keep her lips from twitching, so she turned it into a smile of welcome instead of mirth.
"Ahh, that makes sense. Nice to meet you, Imere. Why don't you come in? And don't worry, Linnelyth doesn't bite." She added, tossing the words carelessly back over her shoulder as she opened the door wider, turning and stepping back in.
She didn't generally ask Candidates to come in and visit (she really didn't have time), and she wasn't the most social of people (for certain) but she couldn't help it! Imere was so cute!
She'd finish oiling Linnelyth later. This would be interesting.
It will indeed. Linnelyth remarked dryly. I seem to startle her.
Nonsense. A lot of Candidates are like that the first time they see a Dragon, much less a large one such as yourself.
Linnelyth snorted out loud, rumbling a little in amusement, as she kept her slowly whirling gaze on the girl, but made no comment, knowing it was true.
Character(s): Jouri of Opal Linnelyth.
Word Count: 231
Notes: xD Grier will certainly make things interesting when Imere Impresses.
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Post by thespork on Dec 10, 2008 15:12:25 GMT -5
Imere could have kicked herself, but really, she couldn't have helped her response to the dragon any more than the dragon could have done something about her size. Or was it dragoness? Did they even care what they were called? Though Imere suspected that calling a dragon "it" would be considered rude.
No matter. She was almost certain that the Weyrwoman must think her a coward, the way she reacted to the Queen. Which was something she knew she wasn't. Besides, it was silly, being scared of a dragon! What would she do if she actually Impressed one? She couldn't be scared of her own dragon.
So thought, she made herself take a couple of steps inward. She didn't want to seem rude, especially when it was she who had come to the Weyrwoman in the first place. It wouldn't be very nice of her to leave when she'd only just got here. Besides, what else had she to do today? She hadn't been given any chores yet to do, or told to go to any lessons.
"Are you sure?" Imere asked the Weyrwoman. "I don't want to be a bother."
And she didn't. It seemed to Imere that she had interrupted the Weyrwoman in the middle of something, though the Weyrwoman didn't seem to mind too much.
Word Count: 230
Character: Imere
Notes: Rawr. He certainly will be. I'm thinking some angsting, and then maybe an imaginary friend death? With a funeral even.
Grr... I don't understand why these posts of mine are turning out horribly.
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