Post by Hiko on Feb 18, 2018 12:16:40 GMT -5
Breakfast with Elisia.
Mollin had to drag herself out of bed to get to the dining caverns early enough to allow for such a meal, and she looked too much like a wandering holdless after the events of the last night to be prepared for anyone's company. Her hair was a mass of red tangles, her eyes were bloodshot, and her head was killing her. Nose still full of congestion and a throat that hurt to swallow, Mollin told herself she would need to make the meal quick, then return to the glorious realm of sleep before K'ton's lessons began.
Shells, but she didn't want to see K'ton today.
Bleary-eyed, she trudged into the dining cavern with a half-buttoned shirt on, trousers she'd worn the day before at the hatching, and a pair of boots that were only half-heartedly laced. In a crisis, the blue rider would end up tripping over herself in any effort of movement. But to trudge along like someone half-dead? Perfectly fine attire.
She plopped into a seat across from her sister and scowled at the woman's appearance. Elisia was perfect, with her red hair in pins, a floral-dyed dress, and the look of someone who ahd actually slept at some point last night.
In response, Elisia nearly gasped at Mollin's own look. “Molls! You look like something the felines dragged in!”
“I feel like it, too, thanks for asking. I'm taking your klah.” Before the younger sibling could respond, Mollin snatched at the mug and drank heartily. It had cooled some, she cared not.
“What happened to you last night?” Elisia asked, still staring at the horror that was her sister.
“Stupidity. Are you going to eat that meatroll?”
“Take it. I can get another. You left me with G'rett, you know.”
“Safer hands than I was in, I can promise that.” Despite her tone, Mollin could feel her face heat at the mention of the bronze rider's name. She focused intently on her mug. Too early to continue that confusing mess.
“You – oh, Mollin, don't tell me,” Elisia frowned, “You didn't go see A'zael, did you?”
“You have a knack for trying the nerves, you know that?”
“What happened, Dummy?” Elisia asked, taking the meatroll back before Mollin could put teeth to crust.
“Hey – I was going to eat that.”
“And now I'm going to eat it,” El responded, taking a bite, “Explain.”
Mollin leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms, looking much like an insolent child. “He lost the mother of his first child, not that long ago. He's been a wreck. When I went to go escape from your incessant badgering last night, I caught up with him. Between Orana's death and whatever he has going on with Srunae-”
“Who?”
“Danovelith's rider.”
“...Who?”
Mollin sighed. “The gold rider from my same clutch class.”
“Oh. Oh. Well, what does it matter what he's going through?” Elisia replied, taking another bite, “It's not like he was a comfort to you-”
“That doesn't matter, and you know it.”
Elisia huffed, finishing the roll. Mollin continued, “Anyway, he let himself go three sheets to the wind and he was rude. So I slapped him.”
“What did he say?” Elisia's tone was flat, angry.
“El-”
“What. Did. He. Say.”
Mollin sighed. She'd rather forget the evening. “He mentioned how fun it was to take off my dress.”
“I'll kill the sonuvab-”
“Down, girl,” Mollin replied, talking to her sister as one might a feral canine, “He passed out and had to be carried off. Srunae's handling him, from what I hear.”
Elisia went to say something, but frowned as her thoughts obviously changed course. “Well, wait, then. What did you do after all that?”
“I ran away and cried like any holder girl would.”
Elisia scoffed. “Sure you did.”
“No, really,” Mollin sighed, “G'rett had to come find me and take me out of the kitchens.” And here, the blue rider realized her fault. Elisia leaned over the table on her elbows and grinned at her older sister.
“G'rett carried you away?”
“He didn't “carry me away”, you twit. He let me vent, then walked me back to the barracks.”
“Mhmmm,” Elisia purred, “And after?”
“What after? That was it.”
“Then why are you so red, dearest sister?”
“Why are you a nuisance?”
Mollin had to drag herself out of bed to get to the dining caverns early enough to allow for such a meal, and she looked too much like a wandering holdless after the events of the last night to be prepared for anyone's company. Her hair was a mass of red tangles, her eyes were bloodshot, and her head was killing her. Nose still full of congestion and a throat that hurt to swallow, Mollin told herself she would need to make the meal quick, then return to the glorious realm of sleep before K'ton's lessons began.
Shells, but she didn't want to see K'ton today.
Bleary-eyed, she trudged into the dining cavern with a half-buttoned shirt on, trousers she'd worn the day before at the hatching, and a pair of boots that were only half-heartedly laced. In a crisis, the blue rider would end up tripping over herself in any effort of movement. But to trudge along like someone half-dead? Perfectly fine attire.
She plopped into a seat across from her sister and scowled at the woman's appearance. Elisia was perfect, with her red hair in pins, a floral-dyed dress, and the look of someone who ahd actually slept at some point last night.
In response, Elisia nearly gasped at Mollin's own look. “Molls! You look like something the felines dragged in!”
“I feel like it, too, thanks for asking. I'm taking your klah.” Before the younger sibling could respond, Mollin snatched at the mug and drank heartily. It had cooled some, she cared not.
“What happened to you last night?” Elisia asked, still staring at the horror that was her sister.
“Stupidity. Are you going to eat that meatroll?”
“Take it. I can get another. You left me with G'rett, you know.”
“Safer hands than I was in, I can promise that.” Despite her tone, Mollin could feel her face heat at the mention of the bronze rider's name. She focused intently on her mug. Too early to continue that confusing mess.
“You – oh, Mollin, don't tell me,” Elisia frowned, “You didn't go see A'zael, did you?”
“You have a knack for trying the nerves, you know that?”
“What happened, Dummy?” Elisia asked, taking the meatroll back before Mollin could put teeth to crust.
“Hey – I was going to eat that.”
“And now I'm going to eat it,” El responded, taking a bite, “Explain.”
Mollin leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms, looking much like an insolent child. “He lost the mother of his first child, not that long ago. He's been a wreck. When I went to go escape from your incessant badgering last night, I caught up with him. Between Orana's death and whatever he has going on with Srunae-”
“Who?”
“Danovelith's rider.”
“...Who?”
Mollin sighed. “The gold rider from my same clutch class.”
“Oh. Oh. Well, what does it matter what he's going through?” Elisia replied, taking another bite, “It's not like he was a comfort to you-”
“That doesn't matter, and you know it.”
Elisia huffed, finishing the roll. Mollin continued, “Anyway, he let himself go three sheets to the wind and he was rude. So I slapped him.”
“What did he say?” Elisia's tone was flat, angry.
“El-”
“What. Did. He. Say.”
Mollin sighed. She'd rather forget the evening. “He mentioned how fun it was to take off my dress.”
“I'll kill the sonuvab-”
“Down, girl,” Mollin replied, talking to her sister as one might a feral canine, “He passed out and had to be carried off. Srunae's handling him, from what I hear.”
Elisia went to say something, but frowned as her thoughts obviously changed course. “Well, wait, then. What did you do after all that?”
“I ran away and cried like any holder girl would.”
Elisia scoffed. “Sure you did.”
“No, really,” Mollin sighed, “G'rett had to come find me and take me out of the kitchens.” And here, the blue rider realized her fault. Elisia leaned over the table on her elbows and grinned at her older sister.
“G'rett carried you away?”
“He didn't “carry me away”, you twit. He let me vent, then walked me back to the barracks.”
“Mhmmm,” Elisia purred, “And after?”
“What after? That was it.”
“Then why are you so red, dearest sister?”
“Why are you a nuisance?”