Improper Behavior

Writers: Len, Miriah
Date Posted: 27th March 2014

Characters: G'wen, S'vin, Catrien, Ninaine
Description: Flits help make a bit of a scene
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 25 of Turn 7
Notes: Takes place before the Hatching

Ninaine

Finishing in the baby's creche, Ninaine gently ruffled the hair of a
toddler before stepping out. She smoothed her skirts with a
perfunctory hand and walked quietly out of the lower caverns. Keeping
her back straight, she didn't converse with those passing by her; she
didn't know them and hadn't been introduced. Instead, Ninaine found
herself out in the weyrbowl. She took just a moment to breathe in the
fresh air before lifting her skirts just enough to free her stride to
walk quickly back towards the Candidate barracks.

It had been difficult to integrate with her peers. Those that were
from the holds like her showed far too much interest in throwing away
how they were raised for her liking and those who were weyr and craft
bred were just too...different. She sighed, but kept it soft and to
herself.

Overhead a large green circled the bowl, the sun catching on the
golden yellow undertones of her hide, and shinning through her wings.
She made a lazy circle almost over Ninaine's head. Out of the
direction of one of the weyrs a tiny bronze flit shot out, calling to
her as if he were trying to direct her to the bowl. In his eagerness,
he didn't watch where he was going.

He never saw Ninaine before it was too late.

The appearance of the green startled her and she looked up, eyes wide.
Despite being Searched and despite having been brought over by a
dragon (which had been both terrifying and exciting all at once) she
still wasn't used to them. Her eyes followed the green, her hands
tangling in her skirts as she watched. But her thoughts were rather
viciously interrupted; Ninaine squeaked as _something_ walloped her in
the head and then with a gasp, flailed as tiny claws tangled and
pulled at her hair. Crying out in fright, she batted at her head
frantically, her body half-bent as she tried to untangle whatever it
was that had attacked and now pulled viciously at her head.

A little blue flit burst from /between/ having followed his beloved
green. He blinked at the commotion and saw the problem. Diving, he
tried to grasp the little bronze's tail to pull him, but
unfortunately, only managed to yank at Ninaine's hair, his wings
batting at her head.

"HELP!"

"SWIFT! MARLI!" Catrien's voice cut through like thunder. She ran to
the girl's side.

"Cat, stop, I still need to tell you about that blue rider and his
huge--" S'vin held up his hands about a foot apart. To the poor
candidate he paid no mind.

Beside the scene the huge green landed.

"Get them out! Get them out!" Ninaine batted at her hair, whirling
like mad, her skirts flaring upwards to reveal rounded calves. Marli
squalled and let go, zipping away to hide behind Neath's head knobs.

"Swift, you idiot!" G'wen slide off of Neath's shoulder, slapping his
riding gloves at the silly little bronze.

But rather than get the flit to go back to T'bel, it just caused more
confusion as Swift tried to get airborne but was still caught in the
girl's hair. He squealed in panic and flapped his wings mightily.
S'vin tried to grab the bronze's tail but Swift was in a proper panic
and did his best to get away, further tangling himself in Ninaine's
hair.

It was all too much for Neath.

Sitting back on her haunches, she let out an ear shattering bugle.

Ninaine shrieked at the cry and covered her ears, tears of fright
dripping down her cheeks. She stared at the the surrounding people,
eyes wide.

Marli creeled towards Neath, rubbing his chin over her with quick
soothing gestures, eager to soothe the irritated green.

If his intention was to sooth her, it didn't work. Opening her mouth,
she gave another loud bugle.

"Neath! Will. You. Shut, Up!" Catrien stood before the large green
with her hands planted on her hips, before turning to G'wen. "You!
Make her shut up!"

Ninaine just stared, her mouth gaping open. Who were these people?
"Get this thing out of my hair!"

"Hang on dear, I'll get him out." With a swift gesture, S'vin managed
to free poor Swift who, like his name, flew away as fast as he could.
Neath grumbled after him.

Now that the struggling thing was out of her hair, Ninaine hurriedly
stroked her hair into place. Still panting, she stared at the crowd
around her. "Who are you people? Why would you do such a thing?"

"What d'you mean 'why would we do such a thing'?" Catrien looked at
her like she had grown horns. "We're trying to help you in case you
haven't noticed."

"Why would you send those flits after me like that?" Ninaine flicked
her gaze about, face pale and drawn and hands shaking. She hadn't done
anything to these people. Were weyrfolk all cruel?

Catrien planted her fists onto her hips. "In case you hadn't noticed,
all three of us are riders and, as such, you will address us in a
manner that respects our ranks."

"Girlfriend, you're not in a Hold anymore." S'vin looked more amused
than his words made him seem.

G'wen just looked apologetic.

Ninaine flushed, bit her lip and curtsied rather than be rude, but she
was still shaky after the flit attack. And angry. She straightened
slowly and took a deep breath. " I apologize. But you can be assured
that I will be speaking to both the Head woman and J'darin. I don't
know if this is something you do to all candidates, but it isn't
right. Excuse me." Hands still shaking, she lifted her chin and made
to move around the group.

"Tell you what sister, I'll lead the way, eh?" Catrien moved to walk
before her, rudely pushing her out of the way. "I'm sure J'darin'll
love to know all about how you think it's okay to blame three
dragoneriders for an accident involving two flits that don't even
belong to us."

"Oh, hey now." G'wen rushed up to stop both girls, putting a hand on
Ninaine's arm. "Can we all calm down? Come on, Cat, she was just
scared. And...?" He bit his lip, his eyes wide as he silently begged
the girl's name. "We were trying to help you. Swift's anything but
that in the brain's department." He tapped the side of his head. "And
Marli just thought Neath was being hurt."

Ninaine's jaw dropped as she was shoved aside. And this girl called
_her_ rude? She jumped a little as G'wen put his hand on her arm, but
composed herself quickly and turned to him. "Very well. It was an
accident. Thank you for your assistance." Thoroughly humiliated,
Ninaine curtsied and stepped away. "Excuse me."

"Come now," S'vin said, taking her by her other arm. "Let's all go
have a drink and a laugh and I'll tell you girls all about my night
with K'pel."

Ninaine's face flushed at the insinuation and her nose wrinkled in
prim indignation as she removed his hand from her arm. "No. Thank you.
What occurs in the privacy of your rooms is not something that I would
wish to hear." She stepped back from all of them, back stiff. What was
with these weyrfolk? Was nothing sacred? "I apologize for interrupting
your activities, but I do have chores to do."

She wouldn't have been able to miss G'wen rolling his eyes, being how
dark they were and that they were the size of saucers. Or Catrien's
disgusted smirk at her remark.

She flushed in further embarrassment at their expressions, but her
back stiffened further. Just because weyrfolk talked about private
matters, didn't mean that she would do so! She had been raised better
than that. That was to only be discussed between people who had been
wed. They could look down on her if they wished. Lifting her chin, she
cleared her throat, gathered the tattered remains of her dignity and
walked primly away.

"She's gonna be a barrel of laughs come her first Flight," S'vin
muttered to his friends, as they watched her walk away.

"_If_some poor green is foolish enough to pick her, you mean," Catrien said

"Oh, I'm sure she thinks that gold egg is hers and only that will do."
G'wen pulled a face and tugged S'vin's arm. "Let's go have that drink
and hear all about your night."

Last updated on the April 13th 2014

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

Improper Behavior