What Do You Have?
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Duskdog, Sia
Date Posted: 14th November 2024
Characters: Zaphare, Nosarre
Description: Nosarre moves into the barracks and meets Zaphare. It goes great! (No, it doesn’t.)
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 5 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: M'thos, T'lonas (not by name)
Now that there was a gold egg on the Sands, it seemed that new candidates were coming in every day, many of them girls. Not like it should have mattered to Zaphare, really, right? It wasn’t really going to make a difference for someone who hadn’t actually been properly Searched. Ten competitors or a hundred -- they were all more likely than she was, weren’t they?
She tried not to think about it much. It didn’t really matter if she got a dragon or not. She was here, she could do (almost) whatever she wanted, and that was plenty.
(She totally _didn’t_ feel a longing for a dragon of her own every time she let herself consider it for more than two seconds. Nope. Not even a little bit.)
New people coming in and out all the time was amusing, at least. She rolled over onto her stomach on her upper bunk, arm dangling off the side, watching as another new face entered the barracks with a bronze firelizard perched on her shoulder.
“Well well,” she said, “A new girl with a _bronze_ firelizard! Aren’t _you_ fancy?”
Nosarre raised her hand to gently stroke Wrentley's face with a fingertip. The bronze preened, puffing out and spreading the wing that wouldn't get tangled in Nosarre's hair. "Aren't I?" She asked mildly as she eyed the empty bunk underneath Zaphare. The girl was plain and would have hardly been a threat outside of the barracks, but it wouldn't do if this was the beginning of incessant chatter.
But at least she could be useful for now, "How comfortable is that bed?" She asked.
Zaphare considered for a second, then shrugged. “Good enough, I guess. I tried out a few -- they all felt pretty much the same to me. Why? Are you delicate?”
She looked delicate to Zaphare.
"I enjoy fine things." Nosarre said simply. She set her things down on an empty bed nearby (not the one underneath Zaphare, ugh) and sat down. She made a face. This won't do. "The Weyrlingmasters want me in the barracks until the hatching is over, 'just in case', as if the dragons don't alert everyone candlemarks before anything interesting happens. I'll need to bring pillows and blankets from my quarters, at least. This must be where the barely usable tithes go."
“Thank goodness you can bring your own things over! Can’t have the regular sheets scraping your soft, paper-thin skin.” Zaphare snorted. “Wait, your quarters? You mean you’ve been here the whole time? How come you’re only just now gracing us with your presence?”
"There's nothing wrong with enjoying the luxuries I can afford. I earn my keep, darling." Nosarre drawled. "I'm a jewelcrafter. I have my own things in my own space in the Lower Caverns. I did Stand for a few hatchings when I was younger, but there's hardly a point when there's no gold egg. Chioneth has impeccable timing; I've almost aged out."
Zaphare’s eyes narrowed; she didn’t like the feeling of being looked down upon (who did, really?), and the other girl’s tone was just _dripping_ with contempt. “You’d rather age out than accept a green? Oh, I get it -- you’re the type who would rather knock the dragonchess board over and take it home than accept that you’re losing.”
"Please. Fighting Thread is all well and good, but that's not the _only_ thing I want to do for the next forty turns." Nosarre said, "Sweeps, Threadfall, sweeps again. Monotonous. Besides, no green with any sense would want someone that thinks of a green as a consolation prize, wouldn't you say?"
Zaphare shrugged. “I don’t know what they want. But it’s good that you’re self-aware enough to admit you’re not good enough for them. I’d hate for some poor green to make a terrible mistake. What makes you think the gold will be willing to settle for you?”
Nosarre smirked and flipped her hair, gesturing to herself as if that explained it all. "Settling for me is better than settling for any other _Searched_ girl." She said, "But you might want to worry about your own chances than worry about mine. If I don't Impress, I go back to my craft. What do you have?"
“The joy of watching you shove your ‘fine things’ right up your fancy little arse,” Zaphare snapped. “Ugly firelizard included.”
She rolled over abruptly, no longer interested in the conversation. It _burned_ that she’d let the snooty girl get to her so easily, but that had hit a little too close to home -- what _did_ she have to go back to, when she inevitably failed to Impress because she had never really been Searched at all? Just staying on and working the Lower Caverns would be fine… right?
Last updated on the November 19th 2024