Post by tovaana on Apr 7, 2022 0:05:02 GMT -5
Lemarovah, 2761-M6
The first thing she noticed about the Mavrosi people was the way they looked at her. There was no amount of fear in their gazes, at least, not like some of those in Mirran. Her pale blue eyes searched their faces desperately for an answer as she went to meal times, ‘Why?’ her mind would internally scream. While she hovered with the other candidates from Mirran her first couple days, she immediately started sitting with random people and quizzing them till it made them uncomfortable or clearly offending them and chasing them off.
One of these was a green weyrling playing with her food. She slid into the seat across from her and watched as she cluelessly picked at her food, every once in a while a bite making it into her mouth.
“What’s your problem?” Lemarovah leaned forward with folded arms on the table, her blue eyes narrowed at the brunette.
The girl looked up, very visibly shocked at the red-headed girl’s bold question. “My…problem?”
“Yeah.”
She blinked again, looking around as if looking for a witness or a way out, then back at Lema with narrowed eyes of her own. “I don’t have a problem, but you seem to have one.”
“Everyone has problems. You look like you’re trying to lose yours in your food.”
The girl scoffed at her and rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.
“I do have a problem.” Admitted Lema, glancing around at those around. “People are… looking at me… differently.”
The brunette’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. Her eyes scanned over the girl – taking her in with a new eye, possibly taking in Lema’s contrasting red and black clothing, all the way to her red hair and bright red lipstick. “Uhh…” The girl seemed a bit baffled, unsure how to answer the girl.
“Come on, anything? Does anything weird you out about me?”
“Your questions make you sound like a sun-crazed wher...and I mean…maybe your clothes…”
“Yeah, what about them?” Lema said, almost too eagerly, because Muze’s eyes widened a little.
“They’re…different? And, your lip color must have been expensive. Can… I eat my food now? Err, lose my problems in my food?” She said with a tired voice and unconvincing smile.
Lema glowered at the brunette as if it was her fault she’d missed the obvious. She pursed her lips, feeling like the power that she held in Mirran over people was a bit lost here, but at the same time… there was something…. Different in the way people treated each other, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.
She hit the table in frustration and the girl glanced up for a moment, confused. “It’s just… I don’t get it. It’s like… it’s like…” her lips pursed and then her eyes widened… “It’s like you don’t get it…” Lema started to nod as if she’d solved something, or at least started to solve something she couldn’t readily put a finger on.
“Yeah, I don’t.” The girl was starting to sound irritated and Lema knew she was losing her, not that she cared too much about it.
“I’m Lema by the way.”
She stood up with her tray of half eaten food. “Muze. Good luck with your… problem…”
Lema leaned her red curls into a hand, of which arm was propped on the table. “And you with yours!”
Muze only shook her head, dazed as she walked away from the strange pale girl that tapped her other unoccupied fingers on the wooden table.
