Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 20:05:57 GMT -5
Aryon had been at the Weyr for quite some time, the majority of which had been spent in the infirmary, on the heels of Mara. His aunt was an intimidating woman, but after his first experience at a Weyr’s infirmary, he knew he at least didn’t have to be afraid of her. After all, how could he be afraid of someone who instantly and decisively stepped in when the other healers started complaining about his presence? And despite how intimidating she was, no one could say she was mean or cruel after having seen her work with a patient. Even if she wasn’t particularly patient, she made sure they were in the least possible pain.
However, all this time spent in the infirmary meant that he didn’t really know anyone his own age. Oh, he was beginning to recognize people, and he’d watch the dragonrider’s from afar as most young boys did, secretly hoping they’d one day be able to step into such a glamorous life. Still, that would be just one more change, wouldn’t it? Aryon would have to uproot himself from the drudge’s quarters, uproot himself from the uneasy balance he was attaining with them and join the candidates. Candidates who probably had families, and would undoubtedly talk about them. No, Aryon was content with watching and dreaming.
At that moment, he was watching and dreaming in line to get his midday meal. He didn’t feel particularly hungry, but Mara had kicked him out, telling him that she’d check with the kitchen staff to make sure he’d eaten. He figured she probably would, too. Aryon had lost a lot of weight after his father had died, mostly because he just hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat. Mara had bullied and bribed him into eating, once even pushing the food into his mouth herself. She still took it upon herself to send him off to eat, despite the fact that she didn’t seem to do so herself. She must be getting food sometime, but Aryon had never actually seen her put anything into her mouth.
So it was that Aryon’s plate didn’t hold much food as he started hunting for a table. There was only one that was mostly empty, as it was the noon time rush, and he quickly snagged it before someone else could. He didn’t mind other people sitting with him, but he really didn’t want to just jump into other people’s conversations. As he nibbled at his food, he gazed around the room, just enjoying people-watching.
However, all this time spent in the infirmary meant that he didn’t really know anyone his own age. Oh, he was beginning to recognize people, and he’d watch the dragonrider’s from afar as most young boys did, secretly hoping they’d one day be able to step into such a glamorous life. Still, that would be just one more change, wouldn’t it? Aryon would have to uproot himself from the drudge’s quarters, uproot himself from the uneasy balance he was attaining with them and join the candidates. Candidates who probably had families, and would undoubtedly talk about them. No, Aryon was content with watching and dreaming.
At that moment, he was watching and dreaming in line to get his midday meal. He didn’t feel particularly hungry, but Mara had kicked him out, telling him that she’d check with the kitchen staff to make sure he’d eaten. He figured she probably would, too. Aryon had lost a lot of weight after his father had died, mostly because he just hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat. Mara had bullied and bribed him into eating, once even pushing the food into his mouth herself. She still took it upon herself to send him off to eat, despite the fact that she didn’t seem to do so herself. She must be getting food sometime, but Aryon had never actually seen her put anything into her mouth.
So it was that Aryon’s plate didn’t hold much food as he started hunting for a table. There was only one that was mostly empty, as it was the noon time rush, and he quickly snagged it before someone else could. He didn’t mind other people sitting with him, but he really didn’t want to just jump into other people’s conversations. As he nibbled at his food, he gazed around the room, just enjoying people-watching.