Away From The Noise

[Krows Black]

Malon moved about the halls trying to keep a casual look about himself taking glances into a few rooms. His pace was brisk enough to cause his messenger bag to bounce a bit by his side. He was quite familiar with the composition of a Weyr for most of his life had been spent in one. But this one was rather different, and he was unfamiliar to this Weyr. The rider he was with never really clarified anything but where his barracks were.

Peeking into one room he saw it was the record room and it was empty. It'd be a lot quieter than some places he had the option of going to at this time. He enjoyed socializing but it was always a bit awkward when you don't know anyone. So he could hold off introducing himself probably. Until he got comfortable here, or something happened to make joining around with the rest of the candidates less strange to speak too.

"Hm." He grunted as he accidently walked into the wall a bit as he entered the room. Sitting down on a chair the green flitt that had been on his shoulder moved onto a space on an empty nearby shelf and curled herself up to rest a bit. Relaxing in the chair he took out a book that seemed to be mostly made up of blank sheets and a stylus. Dropping the bag to the floor he sighed looking up as if the ceiling would tell him what to do. Opening the book when an idea finally set in mind, Malon began to pen down words line by line.

[BLAZE]

B’hamut made his way down the steps to the record room he had misplace his map of the plant life in the area. The kitchen was in short supply of herbs for adding to the roast and other meals and B’hamut had said he would go get them some as it gave him an excuse to get out of the weyr and away from everyone’s critical eyes, though he would not mind Desimae coming along with him on a search for the plants.
But at the moment he needed to find the map he had spent pain staking hours and days drawing up and if he didn’t find it he would have to go to East Cliff Hold an beg some herbs, rather than disappoint the kitchen staff and have to start and draw an new map.

B’hamut checked behind him to make sure he was not being followed by that little annoying pest Zianna, who at late had taken to following him here, where she pestered him.
Though he was better and a bit more talkative than he had been when he had first come he was taking a leaf from R’reeks book and was taking some delight by irritating her by not talking to her.

B’hamut walked into the record room not thinking to look twice to see if someone else was in the room and he quickly scanned the shelves to check his map had not been shoved somewhere.
Not finding it he turned to look on the other shelf seeing Malon “Oh sorry... em did not to mean to disturb you” he said looking at the boy not sure he recognised the boy, but he had little to do with the weyr children.

[Krows Black]

Malon looked up from his unruly sitting position. Legs hanging over one arm rest with his back against the other. Probably looked rather slobbish or lazy. A look of surprise had crossed his face as he heard the rider talking to him. He was sure nobody else was in here when he came in. How did he miss seeing a bluerider. He couldn't lose position as a candidate because of disrespect of not acting proper in the presence of a rider.. could he? Sure he'd lived in a Weyr most of his life but candidates never really crossed his mind. Perhaps learning more of the duties and responsibilities was something he should look into.. after he figured out where everything was, learnt more of the Weyr, met some people.. He had a lot to do.

"I'm Malon, a candidate searched from Keroon Hold." He answered with his usual fearless, joker voice. With that he stood up from the position that he was in. It was easy thanks to his long body. Trying to seem friendly as possible he let a slightly toothy smile cross his face. First impressions really counted so he might as well give one that counted, Malon couldn't really afford to make an enemy. He'd only been in the Weyr less than 3 days.

Hearing all this chittering Dabble flew down to wrap her tail around his shoulder and perch. Though she was silent there was this look to her of protectiveness of her bonded as well as fear of the rider, her tail tightened a bit more. "Easy girl. You really oughta loosen up." Malon paused as an image of dragons flashed in his head. "Of course there are dragons, its a Weyr, not a Hold. Now stop choking me. I don't want a noose!" The green's tail loosened a bit. Over his other shoulder appeared a blue flitt who chittered a bit getting the female to stop the restricting hold. The blue went to land and missed with Malon catching him and placing the flitt opposite the other. Looking back up to the rider he gave a nervous/embarrassed smile. "These would be my two flitters Dabble and Klootz." Each one chirped as they heard their name.

[BLAZE]

B’hamut nodded the kid seamed to be on edge or maybe he had surprised him, but his ears picked up the Keroon accents strait away.
B’hamuts had lost his over the turns being up in the North East and it hovered between a ruff Benden and the slangish accent the East Cliff weyr people talked with.
“B’hamut bronze rider of Sephiroth” B’hamut said watching the antics of the lads two firelizards.
He walked over to start looking through the shelf “Take’s them some time to get use to the weyr; my brown took some time to get use to the weyr.” B’hamut said lifting up the several scroll’s and taking them to the table to check throw them.
“So what part of Keroon are you from?” B’hamut asked his families small holding was about 2 mile’s from the main hold. Though if Malon was from near that area B’hamut would not ask about his family. No he told himself that was being hateful; he had not seen his family since he had left 7 turns ago.
T’zack had always said that having a dragon meant that if he wanted to he could go where he like even go back and see his family.
The problem was B’hamut never felt Keroon was his home; the weyr was or was that just being for 7 turns talking.
B’hamut opened up a scroll finding it was a wing flight plan with H’tons mark on it, he quickly sealed it back up.
“You haven’t seen a map of this area with plants marked on it?” B’hamut asked as he looked and saw 100’s of scroll and records.