[PRP] We Never Look Up (Yelia/Kedriom)

[Samuel Carlin]

There were eggs on the Sands, and for some reason that Yeliya had yet to quite figure out, eggs made chores more important to those in charge. Not that there wasn't always something to do to fill a Candidate's day, but when there were actual eggs being shifted and rolled about by a Queen, the Candidatemasters seemed to get a little more particular about getting them done. No excuses, no sidestepping. Just get them done.

Which was why Yeliya, who had been assigned the task of making surethat glow baskets were dusted and properly full of glows had wandered her way all the way here, to the hallway outside the Records Room. She had a basket of extra glows, a few dusting rags, and a box that came to her knees to stand on. Becaue people always put glow basket at heights that seemed to make sense in general, but they were mostly too high for the short-leggers of Pern to reach easily. So. A box.

Where she stood, dusting out a basket she'd just emptied of dim glows and was about to refill, when she heard someone else approaching. Someone apparently trying to be stealthy, given how slowly they were moving. Curious, she sank into a crouch on the box and waited to see who would appear.

Zaikt

 

[Zaikt]

Kedriom, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the fact that there was somebody at all anywhere else in the vicinity. At least--this close, anyway, even if Yeliya was only trying a bit to be hidden, having stayed in place for him to find all the same. He'd like to say that he was focused enough to have everything well in hand by the time he'd gotten there, but Kedriom clearly had missed a few things, given the unusual shape looming in the hallway outside the records room and the fact that he walks right by her without a moment's consideration--at first, anyway. When Yeliya shifts just enough for the movement to catch his eye, Kedriom visibly jumps, jerking around to face her and looking all the work like a deer caught square in the headlights.

Oh. There's. There's someone there. There is totally a person there, comfortably perched atop a box and absolutely within normal visual range, which didn't give Kedriom much by means of excuses to try and hide the fact that he just plain hadn't seen her.
Whoops.

"I, um. Hello--?" he began, clearing his throat as he tried to look like he belonged here. The best way to avoid getting caught somewhere was to make it seem like you were supposed to be where you were, but--Kedriom had started to realize that this might be harder than he'd thought. "Do you...need something, by chance, or do you normally just stare at people like this?" His wording may have been a little sharp, but Kedriom's tone was more...embarrassed than anything else. If she was a tunnelsnake, she really would've had every possible opportunity to bite him. He stays put, having immediately put a stop to any and all efforts to go anywhere else the moment he realized he was being watched.
"Maybe you're. A-Are you waiting for someone--? Because I can just. Go." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, aiming it vaguely down the hallway he'd come from. "No trouble, honest."

Samuel Carlin

 

[Samuel Carlin]

As much as she disliked being overlooked most of the time, and had a handful of ways to ensure it didn't happen often, sometimes it was worth it for a moment's amusement. She always took satisfaction in making someone startle or jump, so this was already turning into a worthwhile meeting, whatever reason had brouight him here.

She stayed crouched as he stumbled through his words and questions. She'd had no intention of flustering him at all, let alone that badly, but now that it'd happened, well, she'd just ride it out. Until, at last, the bubbles of nervousness seemed to have fizzed out a little.

Then she stood and dropped down off the box, leaning to put the glows and basket down on it's top. "Sonetimes I stare," she allowed. "Mostly I just watch, because youn can catch a lot of interesting things happening, if you'rejust quiet enough." Like people creeping around.

Eyebrows lifting, she said, "I'm not waiting for anyone. Just doing chores." A flick of her fingers toward the basket. "But what about you? You looking for someone in specific? Or, maybe, hoping there'd be no one around?"

Zaikt