Queen of Hearts (open)

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I do not know how they can stand living in caves like animals. Kylixia narrowed her eyes slightly as she surveyed what was to be her home for an unknown amount of time. At the moment though, it was looking as though seducing a dragonrider and staying with them might be a bit more preferable, especially given the fact that there were what looked to be well over a dozen beds in the damp cavern and at least half--if not more--looked to be occupied. The entire place smelled of the sea and dampness and despite the glowbaskets set in the walls, it was hardly a cheery place.

"How..." disgusting "wonderful!" Kylixia said with a smile as she glanced at the older woman who had brought her to the rather disappointing accommodations. She should have expected as much, however, as the Weyr wasn’t exactly supported by any of the other Weyrs or Holds for that matter. Yes, I will need to find myself a sponsor.

As the woman left her to settle her things—which had been tossed onto a vacant bed—Kylixia tried to settle her mind so that she could concentrate on her plans. Now that she was at the Weyr, she’d have to be doubly careful as the dragons didn’t seem to be as easily fooled as their riders. They must have similar abilities to my own; I’ll have to be more convincing.

It didn’t take long to unpack as Killy was a rather efficient young woman an once her belongings were settled she took a moment to inspect the bed beside her own and the items on the small table beside it. Naturally, having worked as a drudge before, she wasn’t a stranger to communal living, but for the past year she’d been a bit spoiled. Lifting her chin she moved towards the wall of the cavern and lifted a hand, her lip curling in disgust at the feel of cool, damp stone. If I didn’t have a very good reason to be here…

Turning from the wall she walked briskly across the cavern and through the opening into the shared area, sparing only a glance for what she’d been told was the boy’s “dorm” and started towards the common room. When she heard the footfalls of another, she paused, fingers curling in the material of her gown. Taking a deep breath, Kylixia’s features smoothed out and she looked for all the world like a beautiful, approachable and friendly young woman. Never let them know they have a tunnelsnake in their midst. The words of her mother whispered through her mind and she smiled slightly to herself, a bemused expression.

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Nadornith has been fed, oiled, and settled down for a nap. The bronze was a clever thing, but he was still a baby, and like all dragonets, often acted like a walking stomach. D'nel was glad for the break, and he had decided to spend it visiting a favorite candidate of his. With any luck, the others would be too busy doing chores or enjoying their own time off to notice him. Besides, surely the trouble from the Hatching had blown over by now.

However, before he reached the boys' barracks, he was distracted by a glimpse of something in the common room. Ah, a new candidate. Curious about the fresh meat, D'nel poked his head in.

He wasn't blind. The young woman was beautiful, and he wouldn't have thought twice before asking her to dance at a Gather. He shook his head to dispel the thoughts. Keeping celibacy was hard enough already; he didn't need a second person distracting him.

Still, they could talk. It wouldn't be bad to have a candidate or two in his pocket, and a few were bound to be susceptible to his bronzerider rank. "You must be new. Welcome to the Weyr," he said, stepping into the room and offering her a friendly smile.

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The sound of soft footfalls on the damp stone floor heralded the arrival of another soul just as much as the faint wave of emotion though Kylixia was careful not to reach out and sift through the complex layers; it wouldn't due to get caught before she'd even had a chance to put her plans into motion. So, when the man spoke, Killy turned, her pale hair billowing briefly before settling over her shoulders. Keen amber eyes flicked with purpose over the man, taking in every inch of him. He wasn't a hulking giant--which wasn't a bad thing--and neither was he short. His hair was dark and his features appealing enough. All in all, she found him to be handsome enough and so flashed a bright smile, making sure to show off the fact that all of her teeth were in tact and mostly straight.

"Is it that obvious?" She said with a light giggle as her eyes finally settled on the shoulder knot that marked the young man as a Weyrling, though not just any old Weyrling if her memory served her well enough. She'd done her best to pick the brain of the Bluerider that had brought her to this grotesquely damp place. "Thank you for your Welcome. My name is Kylixia; are you a candidate as well?" She made sure to look delighted by the prospect of him being close at hand, going so far as to take a step forward and even bat her lashes. She wasn't exactly being discrete with her flirtations but sometimes discretion was overrated.