[BackRP] Sparks Fly (Rune + Arcadin)

[TheWishling]

It hadn't been that long ago that she'd been pulled in to all of this, a hapless victim of Threadfall who was now in debt to the weyr, and to her adopted mother. That was how the girl felt about it at least. Candidacy hadn't been something she'd planned on, rather intent to stay solo, but her twin brother had been so terribly excited about it all, and so she obliged. Rune would do just about anything for him, since they were bound by birth and blood. There was little about her past that she didn't cling to, if she was honest, and it was why, even in her Candidacy, she was quiet, and often brooding and bitter. Part of her liked to go outside to the garden. Sometimes, manual labor could help ease the troubles of her mind, especially with two clutches coming up. She'd been hoping for time alone....but of course no luck.

There was instead another candidate, which got a low growl. If she remembered right, he'd only just showed up, shortly after the flights had ended. He was tall....far taller than she, but showed the signs of a fight on him which Rune could appreciate. It meant that he was strong of spirit, if nothing else, and that he might well be worth getting to know. Moving over near him, she bent to start her own work, glaring at him slightly from beneath long lashes. Who was he....Was he worth getting to know? Or was he just another risk, "...New kid to the weyr. Welcome."

medigel

 

[medigel]

Gregor said that this life was worth the chance at being part of something greater, but in reality Arcadin couldn’t see it. Not that the dragons didn’t do an important job of keeping Pern safe, but he didn’t see how any dragon would want to be his...life partner. The idea of having a constant companion made him wary. He didn’t understand how that wouldn’t just be opening himself up to more trouble in the long run; he barely took care himself in the past, and the idea of another life so dependent on his was alien. Nor was the idea of being in charge of a baby very appealing. But he heard the talk among other candidates, that dragonets probably favored those who had stood longer anyway, so he supposed he’d have to just see it in action off to the side.

So were Arcadin’s thoughts as he gently dug around a virulent weed. Too much soil disturbed, and he might upset the sensitive plant nearby, as well as make a mess. And when it came to the garden, it was one of the few times he didn’t want to. As he turned inward, he felt someone move next to him and snapped back to reality, dark eyes turned towards the girl.

She had a rough look about her. Most candidates did to some degree or another, but this one had hard edges in her gaze, her greeting all but a growl. Cool. Slight deviation to the usual cheer. But this was courtesy for most people, saying hi and moving on, and so Arcadin grunted in response before turning back to his work, not expecting much else in the interaction.

He yanked at the weed and pulled out something monstrous in a smooth motion. Arc made a face at it and wiggles the arm-length roots to dislodge more soil.

-_Wish of Tevarae_-