Post by Alyx on Feb 6, 2018 14:08:22 GMT -5
Candidate Joia
-- One week after the Worlds Apart Hatching
(Open to our current Candidates, mostly because we need them to do something.)
Zen Esko
-- One week after the Worlds Apart Hatching
The common room in the Candidates’ Barracks was horribly quiet. They were down numbers, having so many of their bunks now empty as the new class of Weyrlings moved out into the other Barracks with their dragons and their new lessons. Until they had more candidates to fill the bunks back up or at least a decent class to teach, their own lessons were on hold – without Eggs in the near future, which would be months from now, they were pretty much idle. Well, when not at chores, Joia supposed.
It didn’t make the future look brighter, did it? Joia growled softly, sitting on the arm of one of the couches, then dropping back over to flop bonelessly onto her back on the cushions. Her knees hooked over the arm, her feet dangling off the ground as she gave a soft sigh. She’s done her best to be anyplace but in the Barracks, not wanting to be here when her friends came to collect their personal things; it still stung, hurt like a knife in her chest – she didn’t want to lash out at them, so it had been easier to just avoid the encounter altogether.
Shards, she’d even gotten her chores changed, from Kitchen to helping with the masses of the Weyr’s laundry instead. She was a weaver, after all, it seemed better to get moved to someplace she could use her skills? Plus, it got her out of the kitchen, where she would only continue to dwell on the fact she was there alone or at least without Aleni and Mizao. She’d not let any of the new girls get too close, and for the most part, she’d made it pretty clear to all involved she wanted to be left be.
What a weird week it had been… Joia lifted her left hand up in the air over her face, eyes tracing white bandage the Healers had put on it a day or so before. She’d torn both her hands and her knees up pretty good when she’d blindly fled the Hatching Grounds. Her other hand had healed well enough, and her knees hadn’t even scarred. The left though.. well, it was taking a bit more. At least the healers had just accepted her excuse that she had fallen, rather than questioning more – after all, it hadn’t been a lie. Not exactly.
Flexing the fingers gently, she watched the bandage shift and pondered what to do next. She still had yet to convince S’bol to let her go home, and she had no chores today – but she really had no drive to do anything. Maybe she’d just lay here…. Yea, maybe. Joia frowned. As long as she didn’t start dwelling, then laying here might be okay. For a bit, at least.
(Open to our current Candidates, mostly because we need them to do something.)
Zen Esko