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Post by holly on Apr 29, 2009 19:12:23 GMT -6
"Hnn. ... Maybe I'll be in a better mood after eating." She muttered, reluctantly moving to follow the brownrider. To be frank, she was starving, since she hadn't had anything to eat since a hastily scarfed meal the night before.
Gigo stirred on her shoulders, picking up the stray thoughts from his mistress that meant a meal was forthcoming. Giving a soft, happy chirp at the thought, he stood and stretched, giving a wide yawn before leaping into the air, drifting in lazy circles above the heads of the two humans.
As for Dairine, she was intent on memorizing the way to the kitchens, so that she wouldn't have to be shown more than once.
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Post by saidaltam on May 15, 2009 6:32:02 GMT -6
V'ran led her swiftly to the small kitchens, pausing at the door. "There's barely enough room for the kitchen staff. During the day, it's generally wiser to ask them for food and let them bring it to you. You just end up in the way, otherwise," he explained briefly before calling out to a passing drudge. "Klah and meatrolls for myself, please, and for our new candidate ... ?" Turning to Dairine, he raised an eyebrow curiously.
As he awaited her request, he made a brief re-assessment of her. Judging by the manner in which she seemed to have come out ... middling ... with Siten, she was either brighter than he'd first guessed or significantly more stubborn, and it would be difficult to imagine that she was more stubborn than she already seemed, so he couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't rather intelligent under the facade of annoyed and indignant. Fleetingly, he wondered if adding a woman such as her to the Weyr would help it or be disastrous.
...At the very least, watching her with a few of the bronzeriders would certainly be entertaining.
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Post by holly on May 15, 2009 13:28:41 GMT -6
She gave a shrug. "I'll make a note of that. And klah and anything edible is just fine with me." Considering what she had had to grow up eating, Dairine honestly wasn't all that picky when it came to food (though get between her and her klah, and there would be Problems), especially when she was this hungry.
Even while V'ran was re-assessing her, she was doing the same of the brownrider, though not quite as descreete. Subtle and Dairine didn't go very well together. She already knew that it was possible to rile him up, from earlier, but considering his calm demeanor it was likely a difficult task and shouldn't be undertaken often.
"And a bowl of meat for Gigo." She added, as the brown flitter on her shoulder gave a chirp in her ear, to remind her that he was there and hungry too.
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Post by saidaltam on May 16, 2009 8:55:58 GMT -6
As the drudge took off to collect the food, V'ran tilted his head toward the girl. "I suppose, after food, a tour might be in order?" he mused aloud idly. "It certainly will not do to have you getting lost, after all, and while you cannot possibly be expected to remember everything's location, I can't imagine a tour would do any harm."
It wasn't but a few minutes later that the drudge returned with the requested meat, both in rolls and in a bowl, and tray of klah, and V'ran took it with a polite smile and murmured thanks, then gestured for Dairine to walk with him. "Most of us just find somewhere to sit -- often our own Weyrs, though the central courtyard, such as it is, is sometimes filled with tables for seating. This time of year, however, the weather is plenty warm enough to sit just about anywhere, if you'd prefer to eat outside."
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Post by holly on May 20, 2009 21:00:18 GMT -6
((Sorry for taking so long to reply. Sure, the plot bunnies co-operate with OTHER things, but as soon as it came to this, they would disappear.))
"Anywhere is fine. Like I said, I'm not picky." It wouldn't be the first time she had eaten sitting on stone, wood, or the ground, and certainly not the last. She proceeded to swipe the bowl of meat off the tray, already handing pieces up to her ravenous fire-lizard. Gigo creeled happily before starting to snatch the meat from between her fingers. Judging by how Dairine didn't jump each time he took another piece, Gigo was probably rather accurate when it came to this, though a few old scars on her fingertips showed that it hadn't always been so.
"And a tour would probably help me stay awake while I adjust to the time-change, at any rate." She grimaced a bit. There was several hours difference between Benden and Southern, after all, with the latter being behind. She didn't want to be between-lagged for days, so it was best to just stay up and go to bed at nighttime, instead of letting her body try and dictate when it was time to sleep. It wouldn't be the first time she had stayed up late, at any rate.
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Post by saidaltam on May 20, 2009 21:11:59 GMT -6
"Mmm. Outside seems the most prudent, then. It would hardly do either of us any good to have you dine at my weyr and allow the rest of the Weyr to start their customary myriad of unnecessary rumormongering, after all, least of all you," V'ran mused, watching the flitter eat with mild curiosity. He'd never seen one fed, before, and the small creature's precision, and the way that his tiny brown head moved when he snatched up the meat, brought to mind vivid memories, despite their age, of Jhamith and his own early feedings. It was a pleasant reminder of times past.
"Come, then. Beside the lake, perhaps? Your ... Gigo, was it? I'm sure he'd enjoy being able to swim when he finished eating," V'ran suggested, offering his unoccupied arm and heading toward the lake. The lake was sufficiently public to spare both his reputation and hers (and to offer him the limited security of a public location to protect him from her already-proven admirable temper, which, while intriguing, was not something he particularly wished to see turned against him again).
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Post by holly on May 21, 2009 20:05:20 GMT -6
Dairine eyed V'ran's arm as if she honestly didn't know why he was offering it, and simply didn't take it. She probably wouldn't have if she had known, anyways. "The lake is fine, and I'm sure that Northern College is probably equal to the Weyr when it comes to the gossip-grapevine." She grimaced. The last thing she wanted right now was to be bothered by annoying (and inaccurate) rumors.
If people were going to talk to her, she wanted it to be for something she actually DID.
"Lake sound good to you, Gigo?" She asked the eating flitter, sending a mental image of a body of water with grass and trees beside it. That earned a delighted sound from the flitter, though he didn't stop his eating. "I'll take that as a yes."
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