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Trust... {Adrian}
Topic Started: Jul 6 2010, 09:06 AM (199 Views)
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Maybe he should have thought through coming to Galvalin, for Fylanarch moving wasn't a big deal. After all, he'd been moving all his life, never making friends for very long, if at all and while it had been lonely, Fylanarch had learned to make superficial relationships work just as well. Was moving to a new place really the right thing to do though? When he was already so confused about everything. He hadn't heard from his parents except that one time,
Dragonriders are nothing but trouble, Fylanarch. As long as you join their ranks you are no son of mine.

The words were practically burned into his mind, and there was every other issue his mind could come up with. Why did all the boys talk about the girls they'd like to sleep with, or found attractive, and Fylanarch couldn't see anything special about them? What was wrong with him? Why was he so different anyway? He was darker than some of the candidates, his eyes were pitch black while everyone had shades of brown or blue, he was always trying hard to be happy and cheerful and people spoke of their families support and he wanted to do nothing but kick something.
...no son of mine...

"Ugh, get out of my head!" Frowning as he scrubbed his hands through his long hair, Fylanarch couldn't help but wonder if maybe he'd been supposed to stay at the caravan, he'd made no more friends here than he had there after all, and some of the candidates were worse natured than he was. He at least cracked a smile, most people didn't. It was like here, no one trusted anyone.
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Cold, dark, and dank. No fresh air. Stale, mildewed air. No green leaves, no blooming foliage. Just moss and rock. This is what she had come to. This is what she had brought him to. As always, he was at her side. His comforting, familiar panting filled her ears. She could detect that growl at the edge of his throat. Feel the tension in the air, in his paws, his flesh as he prepared himself to attack. Or defend. He was always prepared. Because the hunter must always be ready. The hunter could very easily become the hunted if he was not prepared. She tried to be the hunter, always. But she often felt the fear of prey.

Albin would laugh now. He would cackle, and he would strike her, and he would mock her. She could feel his hot breath, smell the stench of alcohol and sweat. Adrian could almost hear her father's taunting voice. Did you get what you wanted, girl? Ran off and now look at you. Worthless. In rotting hole. Just like you deserve. She knew without a doubt that Albin would look on Galvalin with scorn. As any true Northerner should.

"We're safe here, Karth. For now. Safe," her voice was harsh from lack of use as she attempted to comfort her canine. Adrian had not really needed to speak in a long while... No one but Karth had been there for Turns. It must have been at least four Turns, living out there in the wild. And now she was deep in civilization. Expected to.. make conversation. To read, to write, to become a defender of Pern. But she didn't know how to read. She had no idea how to write. Shards, she couldn't spell her own name. She was weak. Weak because of him. Albin. He had denied her an education. She was an embarrassment.

A voice startled her. No, scared her. It was distinctly male, though young. Younger than him. Adrian's fear was sensed by Karth, who let out a ferocious snarl. If his alpha was afraid, there must be a threat nearby. And it was his job to remove threats.
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The sudden snarl made Fylanarch instantly jump to his feet, the only time that the canines had responded like that had been when there had been someone, a stranger around. Or danger. Still, it wasn't that, it wasn't the fact the canine had snarled like that, but the fact he hadn't expected to hear a canine, or have one snarl at him.
"Whoa! I'm not do-doing anything!" Instantly he put his hands up, eiter to ward off the canine or to beg the girl to wait, frowning slightly at the girl behind the canine he stepped away again,
"Is he yours? If he just randomly growls you should talk to him abot that." It was funny how his voice was still managing to come out reletively steady - shaking - but not cracking and breaking all over the place.

He didn't know what he'd done to promote the canine sounding like it wanted to rip his throat out, but Fylanarch wasn't stupid, he was't about to do anything that in his mind would provoke an attack from the creature. He hadn't even done anything! He'd just been sitting here! He hadn't done anything to her or to the dog, ever. Maybe she was just... Well... Um... No he couldn't think of any reason why her canine was reacting like that. If she was scared of the dark, then she shouldn't be at Galvalin. Maybe she just didn't trust people/
"M-my name's Fylanarch. I'm a candidate, are you a candidate too? See, my family were traders around the Istan area, 'sprobably why my skin's so dark, but... I uh got Searched by this rider. I guess I'm kinda nervous though, I've never really made many friends..." Maybe if he just kept talking at her she wouldn't worry about anything and maybe she'd even talk to him about something or another.
"Um, hey, what's your name?"
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Adrian scowled at the boy. She knew very well that Karth had snarled do to her fear, not because this boy had done anything in particular. As usual though, it was easier to blame the other person. Even simpler too, for the mere fact that he was a male. He was likely to do something wrong sometime soon (they always did), what was one more mark against them? Still, she couldn't have Karth causing trouble. Survival here would be different from survival in the wild. Here, they would need to blend in. The canine only calmed by fraction when she laid a hand upon his head.

"He is mine." Adrian did not respond to the boy's comment. Unless a narrowing of her eyes in anger counted. And then he was babbling. Wonderful. She listened with increasing impatience. Fylanarch. Oh, dragons would have a field day messing with that one. The mention of Ista did not mean much to her. She had never been in that area, nor had she received any education in geography. By his reaction she could only assume that it saw a lot of sun.

Friends? This boy was sadly mistaken if he thought she was going to be his friend. Friends... such an odd concept. She'd seen and heard neither hide nor hair of it in all her growing years. Then, as soon a she was brought to the Weyr, that's all anyone wanted. To be friends. "...Adrian. And this is Karth."
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At least the canine calmed even slightly. Fylanarch didn't much care if she responded to him at all, but he'd been brought up a trader and that meant if nothing else, he was a fast talker. Nothing else would frustrate him more than someone who didn't listen, but apparently, this person would be okay. Still her calm acceptance of the canine being her made him only slightly angry and his eyes flashed angrily,
"Then control him." He snapped, fear and nerves getting the better of his normally pleasant and easy-going nature. He wasn't generally an angry or a violent person, but he'd done nothing wrong to this girl and she was quietly accepting that she had a vicious canine.

When she offered her name though, the boy visably drew in a deep breath, trying to calm whatever anger had flared to the surface and attempting a smile. Though his lips curved, there was still a hint of annoyance in his eyes,
"Nice to meet you." His eyes only flickered to the canine, expression saying the canine hadn't been forgiven enough for him to say anything about him. Personally, he would have thought they wouldn't have let her have one, after all, they discouraged candidates from even getting flitts during candidacy or weyrlinghood because they had too many chores and things to look after anyway. Especially those who had come from pampered families - actually, he'd bet that was what she was, a pampered little holder that thought she could get away with anything.

"You a candidate?"
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Adrian's expression turned into a near snarl at the boy's tone. Karth sensed his master's flared temper, and the volume of his growl rose to match his level of irritation. The was a striking resemblence between the two of them, in the way that they held themselves. Both high-strung and tense. Ready to attack or flee at any given moment. The girl was, at times, as feral as her canine. Her fist clenched when he shot a glare at the dog. 'Nice to meet you'. What a load of wherry dung.

She had a nice sharp remark prepared for him, but was cut off by the cry of a firelizard. Nervous and frightened as ever, Alo dove from where he had Betweened into the air straight into his handler's arms. The change in Adrian's manner was as night and day as she softened and held the little brown flitter. It was only after much crooning to and comforting the little fellow that her attention returned to Fylanarch.

"Of course I am," she said sharply with a nod toward the knots hanging on her shoulder. Shards, she hadn't had any formal education and even she knew what rank-knots meant. Still... she should at least try to be civil. "Have you been here long?" Her voice strained with the effort to sound polite rather than rude.
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Wow, she was a snappy person. A part of Fylanarch had to wonder what had turned her into who she was, because what he saw was a nasty, anti-social girl that seemed to hate his very presence. And the thing was, Fylanarch couldn't understand why. There was nothing about him that would make her feel threatened or offend her. He was short for a male, he didn't look strong, though he could surprise people, his skin was darker than quite a few of the people at Galvalin, but he wasn't nasty, he wasn't violent and he generally wasn't rude. So, to his mind, he couldn't see any reason why she would be so... antagonistic towards him. Not that she'd openly tell him either way, she didn't look like the type to spill her grievances.
"It's just a question, it was to encourage conversation. Friendly, conversation."

"Not here, per say. I've been here as long as Gal has, but I've been at a weyr since I was eleven. I'm assuming you're new?" Now she seemed willing to talk, even just a little bit. Which was a bonus, she was no longer rude, well, not exactly rude, she was just strainging to be polite. As much as he answered ehr question, Fylanarch's eyes were drawn to the fire lizard,
"Where'd you get him?" Nodding towards the little creature as he spoke Fylanarch attempted another smile, hoping to make her relax.
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