Jerekan wanders in, hunched over, covered with dust, and grumbling all the way. "Stupid shardin' firestone..."
Shandia waves to Jerekan, and the dust trail he is leaving. "Clean towels are over there.." She points to a cupboard.
Miranda sighs. "you're so strong to carry all that firestone," she says in that dreamy voice.
Jerekan nods briefly at Shandia, limping that-a-way.. He blinks in surprise at Miranda, though, cobalt eyes growing wide. "Strong? /Me/?" He squeeks, peering at his chicken arms.
Miranda just sighs. Le sigh.
Halior moves over to his press, digging around for his robe before he wanders over to join Ameryna again, who shifts over to make room on the cot. Sitting up, she stifles a yawn and takes the robe without a word, starting to sew again. Stifling a giggle, she half watches Jerekan and Miranda through lidded eyes.
Jerekan peers suspiciously at Miranda as he wipes off all that dust. Pew. He glances at Ameryna, though, and brightens. "Are you good at that? ...Mending robes, I mean."
Miranda flops face down on her bad, elbows on the bed, head in hands, so she can better watch Jerekan. "Isn't he cute?" she whispers to Shandia.
Ameryna starts in surprise at Jerekan's question. "Hrm? Oh, yeah. I used to mend stuff all the time back at Boll." she answers absently, as Halior watches her fix the hemline. Tying off the thread, she passes it to him and instructs, "Try it on," before adding towards Jerekan, "Why? Do you need a hand with yours?" Unashamedly, she watches as Halior changes.. hey, she should offer to do that more often.
Kelryn arrives from the beach.
Kelryn has arrived.
Shandia nods her head, and whispers back, "I suppose.."
Jerekan blinks again, at that. The boy's got good ears. Sure, he agrees, but Miranda still gets a funny look. He wanders Ameryna-wards, then, nodding. "Yeah.. I'm terrible at mending. I had Jalina do-- err, help with mine last time, so I wouldn't want to bother her again.."
Shandia heads toward the beach.
Shandia has left.
Kelryn all but flees into the room, bare feet coated with sand; after all, sand does tend to stick to bare, wet feet. Of course, maybe he's not fleeing. It could be his regular enthusiasm. "Hi," he calls breathlessly as he bounds in.
Halior turns about, modelling the robe, as Ameryna watches with a faint flicker of smile. "Perfect." she says happily, before regarding Jerekan critically. "What happened to your robe from last time? Can't you find it?"
Miranda draws little circles in the bed cover in front of her watching Jerekan. Le sigh. "I could help you," she says, smiling charmingly at him.
Kelryn pauses as he sits down upon a bunk, staring in uncertainty (or, more accurately, confusion) at Jerekan and Miranda. "Something happening?" He pipes up.
Jerekan waves idly at Kelryn before smirking sheepishly at Ameryna. "Well, it sort of... Ripped." He gestures appropriately. He glances back at Miranada, then, chuckling nervously. "Err... If you're sure." Eyes flicker back and forth between Kelryn and Miranda. Help help
Miranda smiles. "Of course I am," she says. "I'd be glad to."
Ameryna lifts a hand in greeting to Kelryn, green eyes darting to watch Halior change back into his tunic. Is that a smirk hidden behind her hand? Or is she just yawning? "Oh," Amer answers Jerekan, "Well, if you find one that's a basic fit for you, I can make the adjustments.. you'd have to model it for me though, so I could see what needed doing." She's definitely smiling now, but Jerekan did offer.
Kelryn cocks his head to one side, peering quizzically at Jerk. "Something wrong?" is his question now. It does indeed look like something's wrong.
Jerekan chuckles nervously at Miranda again, then ever so casually sliiiides closer to Ameryna. "Okay.. I'll have to go find my old robe..."
Miranda hrms. "I'll be here," she mentions.
Ameryna's gaze flickers between Miranda and Jerekan, thoughtfully. Settling on the latter though, she tilts her head upwards, "Sure thing. It would probably only take me a little while to make the changes if it's a good fit." She gestures to Halior's robe as an example, "I only had to fix the hemline of Hal's."
Marina has connected.
Kelryn stands up. His selected bunk seems a bit close to the action. So he begins edging away, until he goes *bump* - right into a wall. "Ouch," he mutters very softly. Then he gives up trying to get away, and lets curiosity get the better of him. He tiptoes over to Ameryna, asking her softly, "Do /you/ know what's going on?" He really does look utterly puzzled.
Halior tugs his tunic into place, face just a little flushed. "Thanks, Amer." he mutters, before he picks up the robe, folding it and wandering over to place it safely in his press.
Skeo apparently decides the cot he's on is too messy and moves to a nicely made one. Rumple rumple rumple.
Miranda just keeps her eyes on that oh-so-cute candidate. She's sure she's in love. "I thought I was going to mend it for you," she says slightly petulantly.
Ameryna chews her lip thoughtfully, "Mayhaps I should start charging.." she says, though facetiously. Flicking red locks over her shoulder, she smiles up at Kelryn, "Going on? Oh, well, Jerekan just asked me to help with his robe." A softer, she adds, "And I think a certain candidate has a crush on him.." Her gaze flickers to Miranda, then back to Kelryn with a wink.
Kelryn freezes in place as he hears a rumple from behind him. He glances back towards the noise. Woe is him! Skeo's on his cot indeed, for it was very nicely made before. "Ohhh," he wails, forgetting his desire to be 'in on the action'. "My cot!" It was so neat, too. Well, he thought it was neat. Then the problem is solved, "Oh," is his response. Nothing more. With that, he all but flies back to his no-longer-neat-cot, eyes wide.
Skeo cheeples sweetly and lies down in the nice comfy FL nest.
Jerekan coughs nervously. "Er... Well, I asked Ameryna first, so it's only fair that she helps me..." Cough cough.
Miranda pouts. "She has enough to do," she says.
Ameryna slides off her cot, moving to her press in order to return the needle, thread, and other sewing material she was using. Flopping back on her cot, she glances between Jerekan and Miranda, smile touching her lips as she offers, "I'm sure Miranda could help out. With the fitting part, at least." Well, why shouldn't she offer?
Kelryn eyes the firelizard with a sadly resigned air. "You're not getting off, are you?" He asks rhetorically, then shakes his head, shrugging a tiny green companion off his shoulder to cheerfully land next to the blue. Then he pads back over to the poor Candidate who Miranda /seems/ to be besotted with. "Why not let her do your robe?" He asks, puzzled. "I mean, she really seems to want to." He beams at Ameryna. Exactly. Whether or not Miranda wanted to is not the question.
Jerekan sighs heavily. Just as he figured. All of Pern is against him. "Fine, fine." Grumble. The lengths he goes to to get out of doing his own work... He shuffles back over to his cot and digs through his press. Eventually he produces an awfully mangled white robe.
Rasei has connected.
Kelryn immediately steps back. He doesn't want to be charged with doing that! Sure, the possibility of him having to do it is remote, but he's not taking the slightest of chances! Not Kelryn-ryn-ryn...beaming brightly at Jerk, he adds, "And you sure need someone to do it for you!" That was supposed to help the poor Candidate's spirits? Well, he /meant/ well.
Miranda just smiles charmingly at Jerekan, googoo eyes again. "Oh that'd be lovely," she says.
Halior finishes tidying his press and returns to join the other candidates, pouting faintly before he purposely edges onto Amer's cot. Shifting over with a half sight, Ameryna grins towards Jerekan, gaze dropping to the robe before her eyes widen. "By the first egg, Jerekan, what did you do? Cross Pern in that thing?"
Jerekan eyes Miranda warily as he mutters an explanation at Ameryna. "Umm. Don't ask." That's a good explanation.
Rasei walks in from the beach, head ducked and arms extended before her, flexing her fingers. Then she tosses her head back and yawns widely, stopping near the entryway to look about rather blearily. "Mmm... more people."
Kelryn considers the robe with slightly narrowed eyes. After several moments of deliberation, he decides: "Not Pern, entirely, just probably all of the island Weyrs. Maybe he also swam to the mainland," Ryn adds brightly. He's sooo certain he's helping Jerk...maybe it would be best to kindly let him know that he's not.
Ameryna lets out her breath in a low whistle. "I'm probably better off not knowing." she mutters to herself, adding to Miranda, "Good luck." Hearing Rasei's entrance, she glances up and smiles to Rasei, as Halior waves and squirms a bit to get comfortable.
Rasei shakes her head violently, shedding what firestone dust isn't plastered into her hair, and wanders near the conversation before slumping into a chair. "What're we talking about?" she asks, glancing up at Miranda. "Or dare I ask?"
Jerekan quirks an auburn eyebrow at Kelryn. "Close enough." He mumbles, handing that robe to Ameryna. "So, do you think you can fix it?" He's decided it's safer to not even look at Miranda...
Miranda sighs dramatically. "Admiring from afar," she breathes.
Marina opens a sleey eye to look around the barracks, she closes it and rolls over, then a loud sigh can be heard and she sits up. Balled fists rub her eyes and she brings her knees up to her chest and hugs them. She blinks and yawns as she looks around the barracks waking up.
Kelryn pokes a finger towards Jerekan, asking solicitously, "But I thought you were going to let Miranda fix it. Isn't she the one who wants to?" Oh, dear. Poor, poor Jerk. Kelryn doesn't even have a clue that he's doing something /bad/.
"Probably not," Ameryna answers ruefully to Rasei. Accepting the robe handed to her with a slightly questioning tilt of her head, she frowns as she spreads it out. "I don't know," she says, a touch dubiously, "The material's been stretched a bit. Maybe. It should be okay for just the hatching, though." Pausing to consider, she adds, "As long as you're not intending to do a repeat performance of whatever happened the first time."
Miranda wonders "What happened last time?" she looks fascinated.
Kelryn scrunches up his face, considering that. "Maybe whatever happened the first time was at the Hatching," he puts in. "Then it'll happen again. And Jerekan's robe will probably fall off, and..." He swallows, eyes widening as he looks at Miranda. "Forget I said that," he says firmly.
Jerekan narrows his eyes at Kelryn, mutteirng, "Ameryna says she will help." Grumble. He eyes Ameryna sheepishly, muttering, "Nah... It was an accident." Just a -- "Nevermind." In Miranda's direction, though.
Rasei hmphs, shaking her head again and scooting down deeper into her chair. She props her chin on a hand and watches -- Miranda? No, Mahogany -- speculatively, drumming her fingers on the chair arm. "Miranda?"
Miranda is busy making googoo eyes. Fancy being interrupted! "Fell off..." oh. She blushes. She's not weyrbred after all. "Hrm?" to Rasei.
Rasei waves her free hand toward the other girl's shoulder and the little brown. "Can I borrow your creature?"
Marina watches Ameryna with the robe after shrugging off her sleeping gear and crawls over her cot to sit at it's egde. Now that she's more awake a smile greets Miranda next to her and anyone else. Hrmm, her forehead creses as she looks at Miranda, somethings not right there.
Ameryna's lips curve upwards, and she barely manages to choke back laughter at Kelryn's words. Added to Jerekan's though, she can't help it, and giggles a touch. "Accident? I think I'm better off not knowing. This," she shakes the robe, "Might take me a bit longer than I thought. Do you want to try it on now?" she asks, a touch coyly as she glances up at Jerekan, then around the semi-crowded barracks.
Kelryn is weyrbred, as many of the Candidates will have heard from him or found out some way or another. But he's still not exactly of the 'weyrbred mindset'. Rasei's remark catches his attention. "Why would you want to borrow her firelizard?" Curiosity killed the Kelryn. Always. Sounds so much better than 'curiosity killed the feline', doesn't it?