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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 1:44 pm
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The smells were different here. Coming from a large hold and an above average sized family, Ticene was used to noise and lack of privacy. That aspect of weyrlinghood wasn't difficult for her. Sleeping through the noise, washing with others, eating in a communal area. All these tasks she had taken to with very little issue. It was the smell that had her displaced. The Weyr didn't smell bad, just not right. Coming from Tillek, Tic was used to the smell of salt on the air. Everything back home either smelled of saltwater, wood, or fish. The smell of fish, she was fine without that one. It was manageable, but there were nicer things to smell out there.
It was late, well past dinner now. A lot of candidates were in the barracks for their free time. Ticene was sat on her bunk, looking at a piece of wood in her hands. It was a scrap she had brought from home, an off-cut from her father's work. Her whittling knife twirled in her other hand. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't see what the wood should be carved into. The piece wasn't large, a decent handful, but not massive. It wasn't like she could just start hacking away and see what came about from it. There was still some time before lights out, maybe she'd head out for a walk and see what she could come up with. Pocketing her whittling knife and wood block, Ticene picked up her coat and wandered out of the barracks.
Thankfully for her coat as the night air leeched the warmth from her face, the candidate looked around the weyrbowl. It was a quiet night. The wind was calm, the sky clear. Still being on a mountain was a fair bit colder than she was used to. Holding her coat close, Ticene began walking around the perimeter of the bowl, her hand idly tracing the block in her pocket. It wasn't long before her feet led her to the lake. There wasn't much reason for her to be here. From what she heard, the lake was mainly used for watering beasts and washing dragons. Looking across the water, she could make out the beast pens on the other side. The shadows from the walls of the Weyr made the water a black pit. Still, Ticene found comfort in that seemingly bottomless abyss. If she closed her eyes, it didn't smell right, but she let the sound of the water gently lapping against the shore wash over her. That, at least, was something familiar. Finding a boulder to rest her back against, Ticene sat alongside the water, her knife and block in her lap. Resting her head against the boulder, she just listened, an idea would come. Sooner or later.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 2:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 2:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2017 12:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2017 12:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2017 12:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2017 2:30 pm
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"Most of the time. Usually if I get a piece I can tell what it would be good as." It was just a matter of how the wood felt really. "You can get a good idea of what you can carve based on the grain, the dimensions, that kinda stuff." Maybe with everything going on she just wasn't in the right state of mind for it. Still, her parents had always said that she should push through these kind of things. If you didn't try to get out of your rut, you'd just stay in it. Worst case scenario she'd just chunk it up into tiny wherries. That was always an easy enough way to make use of odd chunks. Not exactly inspired though.
"Oh man, you have no idea how many dolphins I've carved." Ticene laughed at the thought. They were pretty simple in shape, nice smooth lines. Plus living on the coast, of course she had her siblings had been fascinated by them. Her brother had even sworn that he'd seen them when he was out on the sea. "I guess I could try a dragon." She could probably manage a bust for one at least. They didn't seem that different from runners in terms of how their heads were structured. She'd carved a few of those before. Examining the wood block, now with more of an idea of what she was looking for, Ticene let out a thoughtful hum. "Yeah, that should work," she said more to herself than to Rhiyn. Flipping her knife in her hand, Ticene took the point and used it to trace a rough shape into the side of the wood.
"The weyrharpers try and serenade you a lot?" Ticene asked with a sly grin as she continued to mark out her guiding lines on the wood.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2017 10:30 pm
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"Nah, just one. His name's L'mul, and he'll probably serenade you, too. You're new here, so..." he shrugged. "He's not a bad guy, really. Two of his kids Impressed last clutch and you would've thought he was the one who Impressed!" He shook his head and grinned.
He watched her work, quietly and interestedly. "You're really talented," he complimented. "Do you think you could teach me?" He asked. "One of our free days?" He didn't figure he could ever become as good as she was, not in a million rest days. But it'd be a good way to get to know her, and they'd have something to do...
"We could go see the dolphins sometime, too."
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 2:17 pm
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"Heh, I'll have to keep an eye out for him." She'd meant it as a joke, but still it was interesting to know about the Weyr's inhabitants. Impressing the same clutch as your sibling must be a rare thing. Given how many candidates to eggs there were. Then again, maybe it wasn't. They father was a rider, maybe the kids of riders had a better chance than the other candidates. It made sense if she really thought about it. Being raised in the Weyr, familiar with dragons. They were just more experienced and prepared for it.
They continued in companionable silence for a while, Ticene slicing along her block to create a rough shape. Rhiyn's compliment had a small laugh escaping her. "It's harder than it looks." Her hands paused when the candidate asked if she could teach him. Honestly, she couldn't remember ever actively learning how to do it. Still Tic knew that just because something was instinctive to her didn't mean everyone else would necessarily know how to do it. "Sure. It's pretty simple, just about taking off the pieces t' get it the right shape. More about practice that anything else." With that she went back to carving, her back once more resting against the boulder.
"Mighty long trip to see dolphins." The Weyr wasn't exactly coastal. There were closer coasts than the one's she was familiar with, but they were still a long way from here.
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