"Hello, is anyone there?"

[Pheonix]

"Like this... or like this..." Niora sat in front of the looking metal in her room, messing with her fluffy, cloud-like hair by putting it up in different styles. She was, needless to say, pretty bored, as there weren't meany candidates around to talk to. Not that Niora didn't mind being on her own, since she spent a good portion of her life inside by herself. Still, now that she had gotten out and began to talk to people, she was starting to miss the company, and felt a bit lonely, since there weren't many other Candidates. Most of them had Impressed a little while ago, but Niora hadn't. That was okay, though, she didn't mind. She was a very patient girl.

Grabbing a hair-tie, she lifted up her fluffy blonde hair into a pony tail, spinning a little to see how it looked like from all angles. Shaking her head with a cheerful smile she let her hair drop back down, tilting her head to the side curiously. Really, she was just bored, she didn't really want a different hair style. She liked her hair like this... despite how poofy it was. Standing up, she looked around her room again, her bright green eyes scanning the rather neat room for no apparent reason. Bored? Well, Niora wasn't one to get bored easily... but yes, she was bored.

There had to be other girls around, or maybe even boys, that she could socialize with. She poked her head out of her room and looked around, hoping to spot some other girls. Well, why would they be hanging out in the hallway? If there were any others around they would probably be in their rooms. So, in order to get them out, Niora happily walked out of her room and stood in the hallway. "Hello!" she screamed, her high-pitched voice probably making that scream very loud and very annoying, "Is anyone else around?" she called out again.

Hoping that would get some of the girl Candidates to stop keeping to themselves, Niora simply waited in the empty, hopefully soon-to-be-filled hallway. It didn't really occur to her that some of the girls could be outside of their rooms, after all it was the middle of the day, but there had to be at least some girls that were in their rooms. She was sure of it! She could always just go back into her own room and play with her hair some more if no one came, no big deal. But she was interested in other people and was ready to socialize. They were all so similar, yet so different.

[min]

Having been woken up rather ungraciously by unruly whooping by one of the inhabitants that slept in a bunk a few feet away from his own, the tan young man rolled over onto his face with hands moving up his person to stuff fists into his ears trying to block out the sounds of the apparently nightmare suffering youth. As the screams increased in volume and panic, Relin opened his eyes against the darkness of his feathered down pillow and blinked slowly as he mentally cursed this weak fool that had been assigned to the bunk next to his.

‘ If he does not shut his trap, I swear I will---’

The young man stopped thinking as he sat up quickly, stiffened, picked up his pillow, and walked over to the bunk of the loud one. Raising the fist, gripping the pillow, he slammed down the feathery cushion upon the other boys face and muffled the sounds that had been issuing, also in the process slightly suffocating the other man as he screamed, “ YOU DIMGLOW! DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EVEN WORTHY OF IMPRESSING A GREAT DRAGON LIKE THAT!?”

Throwing the pillow with quite a force down against the other boys face again, Relin stormed out of the room angry, simply because he had been disturbed during his rest. Exhaling slowly, as he left the doorway of the room, the young man completely forgot the previous event the sight of a lone female wandering the Barrack hallway’s alone.

Confident smirk replacing the displeased grimace, Relin casually sauntered up behind the blonde female who was calling down the hallway. He had to bend quite a way over to place his mouth right next to her right ear, and as he did so he whispered, “ My little lamb, are you lost?”

[Femisis]

It wasn’t often that Crescentia got time to spend by herself, and when she got it, she relished it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hang out with the Weyrlings(They were all a pretty cool bunch to be honest.), it was just that she needed some Cresce time to keep herself from punching everyone in the vicinity who even VAGUELY annoyed her (which tended to be a lot of people). She tried to be tolerant, but when people decided to piss her off, she couldn’t help what the consequences were. After all, she couldn’t be responsible for everyone in the Weyr, at least not unless she Impressed a Queen.

Right now, however, she was reading some letters from home. It was nice to know that her parents and brother missed her (Reren didn’t matter.) and wished her well in the Weyr. Ravan wanted to let her know how proud he was to have her for a daughter, even if not by blood, but by love. This made her want to tear up a bit, but she didn’t just in case any of the other girls were about. Her mother, Sere, wanted to know how her darling was doing and if she was making any friends. Of course she was, she wasn’t an invalid or something… And then Reral wanted to know if she’d snuck onto the Sands yet before the Hatching, to which she wrote in reply that the second the Queen was out she’d be there. This was all certainly very touching, but she couldn’t let anyone catch her with these. The replies had to be sent NOW.

Creeping out of her room, Crescentia started down the hall at a moderate pace. Her plan was to find a rider with a flitter and bribe them to allow her to send her letters with the creature to her family. That way, she didn’t have to wait for another chance to send them and no one would find out. However, that didn’t seemed to be happening any time soon, as the hallway was blocked by two other candidates, one male, one female. Shardit…

Resisting the urge to smack Relin across the face as hard as she could, she approached the pair from behind, eyes blazing. To think that a boy could SAY such a thing…! Disgusting! “Hey, loverboy, get out of here before I smack that smirk right off your pretty little face, eh?” She snapped. Damn perv…

[Pheonix]

Niora was very curious about her surroundings, and she was interested enough in the Barracks to happily wait there until someone replied to her call. Of course someone would, afterall, where else would the Candidates be? There wasn't much elsewhere to go, and certainly they wouldn't all have gone off somewhere without telling her! That would be just awful! No one could be that mean, even if they didn't know her, surely they would see her and invite her along with them. But it was okay, they were all around here somewhere, she was sure.

As she was turned around, of course Niora didn't notice Relin come up behind her. She almost jumped in surprise as he put his mouth right by his ear and... said words! Strange words. Spinning around to face him, she smiled cheerfully at the sight of another person, not at all aware of the double-edged meaning to them. "Oh no, sir. I'm not lost at all!" she said with a grin and a small laugh, "I was just looking for other people! And I'm very sorry, but I'm not a lamb. You must be mistaken." While her hair was slightly fluffy and lamb-like, Niora was certainly not a lamb. People here sure were funny.

But then, Crescentia arrived. Niora knew her from... er, you know, around, and while they had sort of a rough start, she still felt that they were friends. But then again, Niora considered someone she talked to once her friend, she was very easy with tossing friendships around. It wasn't too hard to become friends with her, though if one were to betray her trust she'd immediately not consider them her friends anymore. However, she was still rather forgiving, but trust was something she took very seriously.

In any case, she looked at Crescentia with a bit of confusion, tilting her head to the side. "Cresce, what's a 'loverboy'?" she asked, hopefully Crescentia would be able to answer this in a way that wouldn't send Niora on one of her question-sprees. She tilted her head, shutting her eyes and grinned like the innocent little child she was. "And I don't believe I got your name, sir! I'm Niora," she still continued to talk, hoping to add another friend to the few she had gained already. He seemed nice, even if Crescentia didn't seem to like him very much.

[min]

At the scornful sound of rather grating words, Relin had tilted his head to see another female come storming his way. Feeling a grin come spreading across his face, he leaned in closer to Niora, place a protective arm around her from behind, encircling her from shoulder to shoulder across the girl’s front. Spinning around, he couldn’t help but think that girl’s just couldn’t help it and swarmed to him. He was simply irresistible to one and all.

Words such as pervert and lover boy had no meaning to him, as he was simply beyond such things; he was simply used to be called these things. But in the end those that called him these things usually succumbed to his overwhelming charisma and charm, swooning into his arms like there was no tomorrow.

Giving this new girl a grin especially for her, Relin tightened the grip he had on Niora before replying to the other woman, “ Slow down there, darling. There’s enough of me to go around, there’s no need to be so demanding. A little patience is all you need, and everything would be perfect, love.”

And as he swayed the beast before him with his words, he leaned his face in to rest against the side of Niora’s, “The names Relin and I’m sure you won’t forget it, my little innocent.”

Relin tightened his grip around the naïve little girl in his arms, until he was fully hugging her from behind, with a dainty little smirk that played across his face. Oh, how he was going to enjoy this.

Somehow, he doubted that even the famed Dragonlust would be able to pull anything over his head.

[Femisis]

Soon, Relin would have wished he hadn't spoken so rashly as Crescentia was quickly losing her cool. On any given occasion she could be a bit of a hothead, but it was rare that someone could so easily enrage her. Then again, she couldn’t stand perverts, womanizers or anyone of the sort, especially little boys like this who’s egos were too swollen for their tiny brains, not that they ever used their brains for thought. Honestly, were women all that some of these boys thought about? Well, the nutters thought about dragons all of the time, so maybe that was the tradeoff.

Niora didn’t seem to share her sentiments on Relin, though. Innocent as she was, she didn’t seem to realize exactly what he wanted from her. Anyone with enough balls to hit on her friend (Yes, friend) was just asking for a beating. Seeing as it was clear that this Relin didn’t know who she was, she’d be fair and give him a warning. But first… “A loverboy is an immature little boy who functions primarily due to hormones and has absolutely no intention of starting a serious relationship with you.” She told Niora as a smirk crossed her face. “As such, I’d recommend that you get him to leave you alone.” Her hands were on her hips now as she glared at Relin with such force that, if she had the power, he would have burst into flames on the spot.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I like my men a bit more… I don’t know, mature, and a lot less whimpy. You look like a girl, you know that?” Cresce said in her usual blunt and ‘you’ll get over it’ manner. She had no sympathy for this boy and would, if provoked, hit him so hard he wouldn’t be able to remember his name. Right now, he was pretty damn close.

[Pheonix]

Niora was a bit confused, well, okay, she was very confused. This was a very strange hug.... Usually, you hugged someone from the front... not the back. Even Niora, with her limited knowledge of the outside world, knew that. And even though she didn't quite understand what was going on, she couldn't help but feel a little bit strange with him clinging to her like he was. She was beginning to feel a little awkward, and really hoped he would let go soon. This was starting to get kind of... well, annoying.

As he put his face right up next to hers... she didn't quite know what to do. "Nice to meet you, Relin!" she managed to say cheerfully. Well, he was very nice to her... even if he was a little invasive of her personal space. However, what Cresce had to say put a frown on her face. As Niora knew next to nothing about 'relationships', she immediately assumed that meant "he does not want to be friends with you". A few words Niora didn't really understand in what Cresce had said (what were "hormones"?) but she understood that much. She frowned now, visibly unhappy. Why had he come up to her like this if he hadn't want to be friends with her? Well, Cresce obviously knew more than she did about boys, so she trusted her friend's judgement.

Managing to wiggle out of his grasp, Niora turned and faced him with her angry frown. Crossing her arms much like a petulant child, she nodded in response to Cresce's next statement about Relin. "And don't go up to people if you aren't actually going to be friends with them! I'm not sure what this was all about but if you don't want to be friends with me then fine, I don't want to be friends with you!" she thought she sounded as mature and insulting as Cresce did, though her higher-pitched voice probably caused her a lose a lot of that intimidation. But Niora wasn't just going to let others defend her all the time, once she finally got a grip on what was going on she could defend herself just fine. Most of the time she just... didn't understand.

Still, at least she had managed to tell him what he was doing was wrong. Going up to people just to play around and not intend to start a relationship with them (of course, Niora meant this in the friends way, though if she understood what was going on she'd probably mean it both ways) was wrong. It was mean! And besides, even someone like Niora would get annoyed with another person getting so incredibly close to them, especially if it was someone she only just met.

[min]

As he felt the girl leave his grasp, he muffled an protesting chirp. Relin displayed a rather shocked expression upon his hormonally charged face, and indignantly said, “ I beg your pardon, ma’am. But I am one hundred percent serious about Niora here! There is no harm done with trying to make friends right?”

Relin added a ‘friendly’ wink at the young girl for emphasis.


Noticing that the woman next to the innocent girl was brimming with fire and anger, Relin resisted the urge to back away. He’d dealt with these woman before. The type of women who seemed to be burning hot with dragonfire rage all the time for no apparent reason, and somehow they always seemed to appear at the wrong times in many the wrong places. This was possibly the type of woman that Relin really liked the least, note he didn’t dislike them, there was simply others that he liked more.

To generally sum them up, they were tough and chewy on the outside but they turned to soft goop once you broke through that outer wher hide like material they were made of. Mushy and sweet like the sweetener he liked to add to his morning tea. They were usually rather the shy ones once you got them on their backs, and that simply wasn’t what Relin wanted.
He had always preferred the more experienced ones, but he’d take whatever he could get.

Attempting to placate the beast before him with a charming smile, he asked, “Miss, what might your name be? Something beautiful, perhaps to match your eyes?”

Taking a deep bow directed at both the females, he swept into flowery gestures of friendship and peace, motioning with his hands that they were alike after all. Fellow candidates, they were as he motioned tht the knots he wore around his waist.

[Sintarith]

Nwalme lay staring at the ceiling of her room, still in it’s mess after going down to the beach again yesterday. To her quiet joy, she seemed to have been missed by many of the others that had been there, attracting only a smile or two. Thankfully, no one had decided that they would come and talk to her - after all, the only thing she’d wanted was to get out of the kitchens and into the sunlight. Not companionship. That would have been far too hard at this stage. She just wasn’t ready to jump into the social scene with complete abandon. But maybe she was warming up to it, her daytime beach visits had become more and more frequent over the last few months, and she'd even begun to say hello to a few of the other people in the Weyr.

The room was in complete disarray - the clothes she had rummaged through, still on the floor. The doors to her small wardrobe, still open. Even the curtain to the bathing room was askew on it’s hangings. All in all, it looked as if a dragon had sneezed in there. The girl sighed. It’d have to be tidied at some point, so why not now? She shifted so that when she sat up, her legs dangled over the edge of the building. Her sharp eyebrows raised when she realised the extent of the mess. Sighing she grabbed a band from around the bedpost and scragged her hair back into a really, really messy bun. It would do to keep it out of the way. And now to start the tedious chore of tidying. But at least it was only her mess, not everyone else’s that she was sorting out.

So the cleaning ensued, a manic whirl of throwing clothes into boxes and onto shelves, picking up her pots of salve and bundles of herbs that she used for her healing and stowing them safely on the higher shelves of the cupboard in front of her. That way, if the weyrbrats decided to play any more tricks on her, her resources would be safely out of the way. She smiled to herself whenever she handled the bag containing all of her healing things, happy that she was able to help in some form or another.

When she was about half way through throwing the majority of her clothes back into the wardrobe and few drawers under her bed, her ears pricked at sounds coming from the hallway. Names were mentioned, none of which she was familiar with. Nwalme shrugged and continued to put a pair of wherhide trousers away, glancing around the room to see if there was anything she had missed. And she hadn’t, except for the clothes she had decided to wear today.

Pleased with her progress, she decided that she should probably go and get something to eat. But that meant passing the people in the corridor. The shy girl let her hair down and dragged a small comb through it to make it at least somewhat washable, although some wispy bits poofed about her face somewhat annoyingly. Oh well, she thought, a bath will sort those out.


Picking up the long tunic and cotton trousers that she had decided to wear that day, she ducked behind the curtain that led to the bathing room, and swiftly scrubbed the sweetsand into, then out of her hair, rinsing it thoroughly after the sanding. She didn’t like to dally when washing her hair, as long as it was clean, it didn’t matter how long she took. And usually it was less than five minutes. After rubbing it somewhat dry with a towel, she put her clothes on - the trousers were a marbled grey/white colour and the tunic was dark red, falling down to her knees. She wasn’t in the mood for a dress today, especially not after yesterday. The stupid thing had gone all floaty when the wind had picked up and had caused her a considerable amount of embarrassment.

Satisfied that her room was in a good enough state to leave, Nwalme opened the door as quietly as she could, but stopped still when she saw another girl freeing herself from the embrace of a boy she had heard talking. A frown creased her brow when she saw a third in the party - the one with the rather acidic tone to her voice, most likely. Unsure what was going on, Nwalme steeled herself and walked down the corridor, listening all the while. She almost grimaced at the sickly sweet comments the boy was making, but made sure it didn’t show on her face.

When she reached the three, she almost scowled at the boy, her voice a little harsher than she intended it to be when she spoke. “I’ve been listening to your gushing pretty much since I woke up and to be honest, it’s making me feel quite sick.” She thought for a moment, raising her hand when she spoke next. “And don’t assume I was eavesdropping either, my room isn’t exactly the furthest away from here, and you’re almost loud enough to wake a sleeping dragon!” Her cheeks began to flush, although more with unease than anger, for it was so unlike her to walk up to someone, tell them what she thought of them and even after that, reprimand them!

[Femisis]

"That's not what I meant, Niora..." Crescentia groaned as she hit her forehead with her palm. By Faranth, hadn't anyone ever had 'the talk' with this poor girl? She herself had it with her mother when she was... seven? Anyway, that didn't matter right now because Niora was confusing her words which wasn't making for a very good situation even if she was completly confident that she could take this Relin any day of the week blindfolded. That little pipsqueak wasn't a match for her, even if his eloquence was a bit surprising. In short, he was a whimpy little girl who needed to be taught a lesson in keeping his hands to himself.

"What I meant was that all he wants is to... erm..." At this her face turned red. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable discussing the topic, it was discussing the topic in public in front of a pervert. Well, the cat had to come out of the bag sooner or later... "He just wants to win your love so he can say he did and touch you in places he shouldn't be touching you in." Yes, it was a bit accusatory. Hell, that was the understatement of the year. Such accusations could get her in trouble if he told the Candidate Master(though something told her that it was highly doubtful.). She might not even be allowed to stand, if that was a punishment... Well, she wasn't going to Impress a strong dragon if she was going to let something so silly as a punishment keep her from putting this womanizer in his place.

It couldn't hurt to try and placate him a bit, though, so she reluctantly replied, "I'm Crescentia, daughter of the lord of Telgar." Well, not by blood, but he didn't need to know that. On the other hand, she could have threatened him with the knowledge that her real father was a Bronzerider, but that jerk wouldn't help her for anything in the world. Still, it was nice knowing that he was related to her at any rate. Thankfully, additional threats were unecessary as Nwalme showed up, seemingly in the same mind as Cresce herself was. Well, maybe she wasn't disgusted with Relin, but she seemed annoyed with him for whatever reason. She knew the girl just in passing and gave a plolite nod of the head in greeting. It wouldn't do to be rude if she had to end up beating Relin to a bloody pulp.

[Pheonix]

Niora crossed her arms and looked at Relin up and down, which would probably be taken the wrong way if one didn't know Niora's naive personality. In her mind, she was trying to see if he looked like a trustworthy person... even though looks weren't enough to tell what kind of a person he was. He was being nice, though, but Cresce said that was just because he wanted something from her, but she didn't understand what. She didn't have anything, really. She had a few ribbons... but she doubted that this boy wanted any of those, besides, you could find ribbon anywhere. He could just go get his own!

No, Relin apparently wanted something else. Something Niora might find out about very soon if she wasn't more careful. Anyway, she glanced at Cresce as Relin asked her name. "But he's being nice, Cresce..." she muttered. The boy had complimented her! He called her beautiful! Still, as naive as she was, Niora couldn't help but feel uneasy around this boy as well, if only just because Cresce was so angry with him. Mentally sighing, Niora decided she would ask Cresce about this later. She didn't like not knowing things, that was why she asked so many questions. Or perhaps Cresce would just explain now, she seemd close to it, anyway.

Interupting Niora's train of thought, another girl came out of her room and approached the trio, and apparently she was angry with this Relin boy too, but that was for being too loud and "gushing" something. From where Niora stood, it didn't look like Relin was bleeding or gushing any fluids (lol), but maybe this new girl could see something she couldn't. "I don't hear him gushing anything, miss," of course, she meant this in the literal sense, but that's probably not what it sounded like. "And I'm sorry for being too loud!" she added with a bit of a nod, her curly hair bobbing as she moved her head. "By the way, I'm Niora. Who are you?" she seemed a little too ignorant for the "fight" that was going on, or was about to go on, but the blonde didn't like talking with someone unless introductions had been properly made. It was just the polite thing to do.

After she had introduced herself to the new girl, she paid attention to Cresce, who was speaking again. Oh, good! She was going to explain about what Relin meant and why she was so angry. She looked at the other girl with wide, green eyes, waiting for her to explain what Relin wanted to do. Perhaps then she could be angry too! But that was doubtful, with her limited understanding of how the world worked, Niora rarely got angry.

However, she wasn't exactly prepared for what Cresce said next. Touching... her? Well, Niora liked touching people (harhar). Hugs were fun, and being close to someone felt nice! But in place... she shouldn't be touched? Hmm... her mind began working again as she tried to think where those places might be. It didn't seem like a big deal to hold hands, so it probably wasn't her hands. It probably wasn't anywhere that was not covered by clothing. .... wait.... that was it! He wanted to touch her... under her clothes! ... Niora's green eyes widdened with realization at this, and she frowned spinning away from Cresce to look at Relin with her now-angry gaze.

"Why would you want to touch anyone... there! That's gross!" she exclaimed. Of course Niora had never had 'the talk' so she didn't quite understand... why he wanted to touch her. However, now she (thought) she understood why Cresce and this other girl were so angry. No one should be touched there, ever! It was... an invasion of privacy! Niora's hands were on her hips, and she probably looked rather ridiculous. But the point here is now, Relin has three angry girls facing him. Looks like he won't be getting any today.

[min]

An inner twitch and dissatisfaction was forming in his mind. What was with these women of the Weyr? Why were they all so jaded against a few compliments from a member of the opposite sex. He hadn’t even made his intentions clear to them yet and they were already assuming that he was some sort of pervert predator that roamed the hallways of the candidate barracks for female flesh. Which in a sense he was, but that was only because of the lack of young and decent looking females among the riders, the majority being men. And Relin was not a man to swing in that direction.

The young man brightened up for a mere moment at the sight of
another female joining their already angry female majority group, but then lost the inner flame that had aroused when she came up with scolding words and a rather unpleasant attitude. With a frown in the direction of the approaching female making a speech about how loud they were and how he apparently ‘gushed’ things, he decidedly acknowledged her arrival with a rather charming smile and inclination of the head. “Good day to you too, pretty Candidate.”

Ignoring the rest of her disdainful speech, he turned back to the now both angry females before him. Placing a vacant smile upon his face he turned his concentration deep into himself, delving through his storage’s of knowledge to see what he should do to tame these angry dragons. Although the last similar situation he could recall with angry females trying not to rip him to shreds was when the sister of his then love interest had confronted him about whether he loved her. Relin had been in the process of showing just how much he did and sadly that woman had also walked in on their ‘conversation’ and angrily demanded answers, then it simply blew up from there, until a silver tongue and suave words settled the whole problem into a matter that was laughed about a few days later.

“Crescentia if you don’t mind, I would like to clarify my intentions
about Niora.” He started with a flowing hand motion toward the mentioned girl, “ There is no reason for you to be so protective of this innocent girl for I have no ill intentions toward her. All I had in mind was for some pure friendship from a nice looking girl? Is that so wrong?” Looking toward the disgusted face of Niora he feigned pain, and added, “ Touch you there!? I just wanted to give you a hug. I thought you liked hugs….”

Relin went as far as adding puppy dog eyes at the pair, a little pout forming on his lips. Even he had to admit, he was pretty good at the pitiful expression, the one that always melted those female hearts.

[Sintarith]

Smiling to Cresce as she joined the group, the scowl on Nwalme’s face lingered for a short while, then turned into a blush of vague embarrassment as the girl attempted to explain to Niora exactly what it was Relin wanted to do. She closed her eyes, momentarily thankful it wasn’t her who had to do the explaining - she would have fluffed up and stumbled over her words like a wherry-brained child. She stood there glowering at Relin, until he flashed her a smile. From there on, her cheeks went a vright scarlet shade. She also muttered something about “Not pretty.” After all, she was rather stubborn on that front - why was it men were always adamant she looked good, when all she saw in the mirror was someone with hardly average looks? Ah well, she sighed, returning back to the real world.

She smiled kindly at Niora when she mentioned how Relin wasn’t actually gushing anything. The girl obviously didn’t get the figure of speech, but that was okay, she’d just have to keep to the literal sense of words if she spoke to this particular girl again. Now in the midst of three other people, she was starting to feel rather self conscious, and was aware of the fact she’d forgotten to introduce herself. The boy was currently trying to explain himself to the other two girls. She raised an eyebrow slightly - his body language was a little too flowery for her liking, but then again, she wasn’t used to other people.

After he had finished, she meekly piped up with her name and a quick “Nice to meet you all.” Much more than that she couldn’t say, although she’d wanted to ask where they were from. It was nice to know people’s histories.

Nwalme shifted a little awkwardly, playing with the hem of her tunic. She was going over in her head what else she could say; but nothing came to her. Instead, she made do with another meek smile, making the mistake of glancing over to Relin as he did the puppy dog eye face. Half of her wanted to laugh, whilst the other half of her thought he looked quite sweet. She sort of laughed to herself, although it came out as a sort of quiet giggle.

[Femisis]

Still glaring daggers at Relin, Cresce snorted at Niora. She really was that naive, wasn't she? Well, she'd have to give the other girl 'the talk' later on today as waiting any longer could be disasterous for her health. "Just because he's acting nice now doesn't mean he won't start acting naughty later." She told Niora quietly as she toyed with a strand of hair that had come free of her braid. She was getting bored now, and even Niora's startled realisations of what Relin wanted to do to her(or at least, what Cresce percieved as the intention behind his flirting) weren't as amusing as they probably would have been ten minuets ago. "That's it, we're out of here." She said, grabbing Niora by the wrist, but Relin's next statement made her stay. He really was serious, wasn't he?

"Your pretty words may have fooled other lesser girls, but I'm neither stupid nor interested in what you have to say. I know you just want another pretty toy to hang off your arm and I'm sorry to say that I want no part in it." Considering how outraged she was, she had spoken rather calmly, a force of habit, really, but effective none the less. She made her intentions clear, gave him a piece of her mind and now she was out of here, or would have been if Relin hadn't given them the puppy eyes. If there was anything she hated more, that was it. It was demeaning, pathetic, and really annoying. By this point, she'd had enough.

Whirling on Relin, she took a step forward and deftly smacked him across the face with as much force as she could. "Are you that stupid?!" She screeched furiously, glaring at him.

(Sorry it's a bit short, muse isn't fully awake yet.)

[Kisana]

Kisana opened her eyes slowly, not wanting to wake up. She had been dreaming of flying high in the sky aboard Lilleth, Lillana at her side. But of course they couldn't fly anywhere yet, not well anyway. So there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. Blankets were carelessly tossed aside as she stood up and walked out into the main hall, her steps uneven with sleep. There didn't seem to be any Weyrlings about, and she was eager for some conversation, so she walked over to the Candidate Barracks. The Barracks seemed to have some activity within - there was a loud conversation inside. Standing quietly outside the hall, she listened intently. Several of the voices were recognizable - Relin, an obnoxious boy who thought a lot of himself and liked the ladies a little too much, and Crescentia, the new Candidate who had helped Kisa bathe Lilleth the day her stitches popped. She had a bit of a temper, she remembered, but seemed kind enough to her friends. There was a voice she didn't recognize, but it sounded like a little girl, and she didn't sound as if she knew what was going on. Relin was probably playing up to her, as he usually did. He thought he was pretty slick, didn't he, but really he was just an obnoxious dimglow.

As the conversation got more heated and a new girl started speaking, Kisa decided to walk out and see exactly what was going on. Crescentia seemed to be getting angrier as Relin's advances got more and more obvious, and the innocent girl - Kisa didn't know her name - seemed totally oblivious. What was wrong with her? Was she raised in a hole or something? Really, how could she be so ... so out of it? She hadn't even realized what Relin was saying until several minutes into the conversation. What a child.

"What's going on here? Relin being a jerk as usual?" She asked as she approached. She had had some experience with him before - not personal, but she had seen his 'charm' in action. Let's just say that it wasn't very charming. More like vomit-inducing. And influenced by dragonlust, it would be unbearable, as was being illustrated here. He was a creep, through and through.