Early Irritations (open)

[mitsra]

HOT! Kassarin in her absent minded thoughtlessness had taken a sip of her Klah too soon. Now as she swallowed down her sip of the drink she felt the numbing tingling sensation lace over her tongue irritating her. Piled high on top of her night spent repairing buckles she was officially having a seriously bad couple of weeks.

Seriously couldn’t she do something other than repair stupid buckles? Fix cracks in pots? Anything but those stupid menial tasks! She hated them, she LOATHED them with all of her being. She would love nothing more than to be permitted to craft a nice fine sword. However she hadn’t been allowed that luxury. It was the intricacies of crafting a sword that had distracted her from what she was doing and how she had burned her tongue.

To any who were, or had been watching Kassarin they had seen her collect her breakfast bright and early right after a fresh batch of Klah was finished and she’d appeared tired if a bit thoughtful. After the sip she grimaced, and appeared annoyed, quickly followed by a thoughtful concentrating expression.

Kassy couldn’t help but wonder, if taking a sip of hot Klah was anything like breathing fire for a dragon. If it was, how could they stand to do it over and over again. Perhaps she could ask a dragon rider? Or perhaps she should ask one of the harpers, would they even know? Frowning slightly she doubted it as she looked down at her cup of Klah her eyes closed a moment and her thoughts quickly shifted gears again.

Her brother, he would be waking soon. She didn’t want him waking alone when she wasn’t there. She hadn’t let him wake up alone since their parents had died, and didn’t feel like starting now, but she wasn’t yet ready to return to him. The sensation of being apart from her brother was almost as irritating as the sensation she was experiencing from her tongue. Kassy’s hand curled into a tight fist resting lightly on the table next to her cup but she didn’t raise her eyes to glare at anyone instead if she had been a dragon it looked as if she were about to set her Klah afire.

‘Can nothing go RIGHT anymore?’

[Lady Smara]

Tschermak had been washing the tables in the Weyrhall and while the chore was normally given to a girl weyrbrat, he had been the closest one in the vicinity and for some reason all of the female weyrbrats seemed to be missing. In fact, it was in search of a particular blonde one that had brought Tschermak and his growing feline to the Weyrhall so early that morning anyways. It would figure that not only would he fail to find her, but he’d get rounded into extra chores while he was at it.

And so it was he came to the next table with his wet rag in hand and begin to wipe it down when the brown haired girl, perhaps a couple of turns older than himself, sat with a cup of very hot Klah and a scowl on her face. In fact, if the boy didn’t know any better he’d believe she was attempting to make the cup explode or something with her mind – she was staring at it so hard.

Scratching his head a moment, he stepped forward wiped his rag over the table once more and when she seemed to still be solidly distracted with the cup of Klah he set his rag down and picked up the ugly little feline that was following him and set her down right in the woman’s lap. As if using that as a surprise distraction, he quickly snatched away the cup and finished wiping the table before setting the cup back down in front of her.

A look of ‘please don’t hit me’ clear on his face.

[mitsra]

Kassarin blinked down at her lap as she felt a sudden weight fill it. What stared back at her was a small fuzzy feline face. Where had it come from? Looking up as she became more aware of her surroundings she saw a boy near her age wiping the table down. Looking back down at the small feline she wondered if it belonged to him, and why it was in her lap.

Looking back at the boy to see an almost pleading look her brows furrowed together as she wondered why he would have such an expression on his face. Did he expect her to scold him for something? She wasn’t so old that she had become likened to a wherrie had she? Was that how people saw her? These thoughts added a frown to expression yet she turned away from him and looked back at her cup of Klah.

Had she been in his way perhaps? If she had why hadn’t he just asked her to move? Unconsciously Kassarin brushed her hand along the fur of the feline in her lap but paused as she felt the texture under her hand. She was used to patting her brothers hair, and brushing it back out of his face often but the felines hair felt nothing like her brothers. Looking back down at the feline her expression morphed into a curious seeking gaze.

“Is this yours?” Kassy asked her tongue tingling with the movement reminding her that it was burned thanks to her thoughts wandering so much of late. She looked back up at the boy, her earlier thoughts forgotten for the moment. Did she know this boy? Maybe, she couldn't remember, it was simply to early for so many analyzing thoughts.

[Lady Smara]

It was strange to watch the girl’s face. So many different things could be seen through it, such a conflict of emotions and thoughts as her eyes moved from one object to another. To Tschermak it seemed like she had dozens of unspoken questions, a whole hide of silent statements that she kept bottled up in the ink jar rather than writing them out for the world to read – or hear for that matter. In fact, it seemed like forever before she finally ran a hand across Mismatch’s back and looked back up at him with words finally upon her lips.

Thankfully it was not a scold. Letting out a breath of relief, he nodded and put down the wet cloth on the table next to him, but far enough away from her cup to not be a bother to her. “Yes.” He answered simply as her question did not beg for any more of an explaination. Tschermak knew Kassarin. In fact he seemed to know at least the first name of just about everyone in the Weyr, though he had to admit he had seen her brother much more often. Even so, he had heard the lower cavern women talk of how the two had lost both parents.

While Tschermak knew how hard it could be to have no parents at all, he could not imagine how painful it might be to have lost them after knowing how wonderful they could be – rather than simply having had none to begin with. It was not simply having an empty hole with nothing to fill it – it was having something precious taken away from you. Perhaps that was why she seemed like such a mess of emotions and unspoken words behind her pretty green eyes.