Where am I? [T'rel]

[madb]

Liesol had only wandered off because she was hungry and wanted to find the kitchens. She hadn't exactly expected to get lost. After all, it was supposed to be very easy to find, but perhaps she'd taken a wrong turn? Knowing herself, and her own character flaws, she probably should have known this would happen... now this place, this was most certainly not where she wanted to be.

Well, she didn't know where she was exactly. But she did know that it wasn't the candidate quarters. Or the kitchen.

Or anywhere with people in it, for that matter.

Liesol clutched the soft material of her shirt over her heart, feeling it beat rapidly as the implication sunk in. She was lost! Again! The second time in as many days! She would never be able to make it in the weyr...

"Oh no..." she said, glancing around her at the all too-similar looking walls of the lower caverns down in some-where some-place. "Oh dear. Why do they make it all look the same?"

Her other hand tensed slightly around the delicate rosy wood of her lute. It wasn't much comfort, but Liesol drew some strength from it.

That's right! All she had to do was find some nice somebody and they would tell her where she was and where she was supposed to go. Yes, just find some nice somebody...

a-a-and initiate a conversation... and t-talk to them...

No. I've gotta do this. She shook her head, trying to shove the unpleasant jitters like invading tunnelsnakes from out of her gut. I can do this. I know I can, I know I can! All I have to do is ask where I am! I can do this!

Screwing her eyes shut, Liesol ran forward before she could change her mind or before the nerves set in, determined to see it through now that she'd decided. Only, what she didn't think, was that there might be someone closer by than she thought... and as she turned around the bend she ran headl-first into them.

Liesol bounced backwards and landed on the ground, her lute skittering away and from her fingers.

[Hiko]

“Don't stray too far, Suds.”
“Yeah, stick around with us for a card game or two!”
“Nah, he'd get too lathered up for something like that.”
“Long as he keeps a clean nose, I don't care. C'mon, T'rel!”

Enough was enough.
The common room was getting crowded, and while he would have enjoyed a game or two of dragon poker or a round of chess, the taunts were too much. He stalked out of the room without looking back.
Roaming the halls of the caverns for most of the afternoon, he'd found his temper cooling. At least, he wasn't in such a rage that he might start a fight with the next smug face he found. The brown rider was fairly annoyed at his current situation.

And now, someone was bumping into him.
“Faranth, can you look where you're goi-oh. Uh. Uhm.” The girl that had fallen to the floor wasn't much younger than himself. If she were standing, however, she might reach him at chin height. Diminutive though she was, it hardly mattered for T'rel's thick tongue. He scrambled to help her reclaim her things, plucking the lute from the stone floor and offering a shaking hand to aid her up.
“S-s-sorry.”

[madb]

“Faranth, can you look where you're goi-"

Liesol turned pink, and before he could even finish, she was blurting, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" over what he was saying, which she couldn't even hear, because she was panicking so loud in her own head. She had run into a dragonrider! A real live dragonrider! What on Pern was she going to do? He had every right to be mad! She was mad at herself!

Well, okay, she wasn't mad at herself. She was just very anxious and flustered.

She leaned against the floor and took in a couple of deep breaths to try and force her heartbeat back to normal. She didn't even notice that the dragonrider--the dragonrider, she'd run into a dragonrider and oh dear there came the panic all over again, breathe Liesol! One-and-two, in-and-out... well, anyway, she didn't even notice he'd started picking up her stuff until he offered her a hand up.

"N-n-no," she said, taking his offered hand. "M-my fault!" And then, before she could stop it, her mouth opened and babble poured out. "I'm so sorry! I was lost! I didn't realize--I don't know where I am, I simply went out for the kitchens, I don't even know how it is possible to get lost doing that. I d-didn't mean to! Bump into you, that is. Oh! My lute!" She reached for it, then flinched back.

Liesol ducked behind her hair, as she had a habit of doing and tried to Not Panic as best as she could.

[Hiko]

Dammit.

T'rel ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. Iskeloth was oddly quiet, though whether that was for the benefit of himself or his rider, T'rel didn't know; the dragon had taken to staying quiet when his lifemate was on thin nerves, rather than goading him into outbursts.

T'rel wasn't certain if the brown's silence helped or hindered him in moments like this.
Sighing, he attempted speech.
“Sorry. About-t.” Dammit. “Sorry about th-that. Uhm. I guess I should've been looking where, uh. Where I was going. Too. Sorry.”

Faranth. Damn. It. All.
Why couldn't he talk to women?