Odarian and Malika have a Chat

Writers: Alex, Jane
Date Posted: 31st January 2008

Characters: O'rian, Malika
Description: Odarian and Malika have a chat
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 4 of Turn 4

Odarian nodded at the other Candidate, weyrbred like he was, but she was a little older. "Not such a bad class," he said, stepping away from the room their lecture had been held in. "But it's still good to be done for the evening." He glanced at her again, wondering if he was making assumptions. "I am, at least. Do you have craftwork to go back to?"

Malika smiled briefly, "No, I don't have any craftwork today, Y'kov is giving me a day to myself. Wants me to get out more I 'suppose." She pulled the red mass that was masquerading as her hair around over her shoulder and began to braid it, "I'd say it wasn't a bad class as far as classes go, but I am glad it's over. Do you have pressing matters to attend, or would you like to join me? I thought to maybe grab something from the kitchens before T'lon finds me for some task or another."

"Something to eat would be good," Odarian admitted, looking down at his stomach which had rumbled loudly at the very suggestion of food.

Malika chuckled, throwing the braid over her shoulder, "Come on then dragon-boy, let's feed you before someone mistakes you for a dragonet!"

"These are arms," Odarian said, making a display of one by flipping up his shirt sleeve and flexing his muscles, "not stubby little winglets.
I'm sure people will be able to tell the difference."

She tilted her head to the side, green-grey eyes taking the other Candidate in. "So they are," she conceded turning to traverse the path to the kitchens, "Still that grumble sounded very much like a disgruntled dragonet." Strolling along as she was she was unsuprised when two slender shapes dislodged themselves from lounging outside the lecture room and flew to sit on either shoulder.

"I am unsure if you have ever met these two scamps," Malika called looking over her shoulder to where he stood, "The green is Xipil and the brown is Yaotl. I ask them to remain outside when I attend lecture."

"And they did what they were told?" Odarian asked with a laugh. "I didn't know they could."

Malika looked wry, "It is on their sufferance that they wait outside.
Sometimes they do pop into a lecture, but if they stay out until it is time I always have a little something for them." She dug around in a belt pouch before producing two meat rolls. Xipil snatched hers almost before it cleared the leather, Yaotl waited patiently for the offering.
Malika noticed that they were nearing the kitchens, and turned to her companion, "Any gambles on what our lovely kitchen staff has cooking today?"

"Fish?" Odarian suggested with a smile. There had always been a lot of fish served but since the hurricane there didn't seem to be a meal go by that didn't include it.

Malika wrinkled her nose, "I honestly thought I would never say this, but I think I may be -this- close to hating fish. I hope that when we Impress we can just share a meal with our dragons, at least they get red meat."

"But it's _raw_ red meat," Odarian pointed out. "I don't think I'm that desperate."

Dismissively she waved a hand, "Another turn with nothing but fish and you might just change your tune."

"I hope it won't take that long to recover back to the way things were.
They - the Weyrwoman and Headwoman - they must be asking for herdbeasts for tithes instead of ... other things. Surely?"

Malika shot him a pensive look, "One can only hope. People can only deal with limitations so long before things get nasty."

"Nasty? Do you think that would really happen at a Weyr?"

Malika shrugged, "There are levels of nasty. Do I think it would get as bad here as, say, a Hold? No. But tempers shorten and squabbles break out that otherwise would have just blown over. Not to worry though, I have every confidence that it will get sorted soon enough."

"So do I," Odarian said, though now she had raised the possibility of the situation getting worse he couldn't dismiss the idea.

"Come on, enough of this depressing talk, let's go and grab some food."
Malika said, smiling.

Another loud rumble came from the healer apprentice's middle and he nodded. "Sounds good to me - and my stomach."

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