Midnight Snack (open)

[HG]

Waking up in the middle of the night was not his idea of a good night's sleep. However the rumbling noise he felt and heard came again. There was no doubt the rumbling sound that woke him was coming from his own stomach. Growing was something he had just begun to do, though he was still considered short for a fourteen turn old boy. Orisyn found himself pulling on his pants and a shirt and a pair of sandals. He would see if there was any food at the night hearth and if not he would raid the kitchen! A boyish smile claimed his lips as he tip toed out of the Barracks hoping no one would hear.

Raiding the kitchen did sound fun even if there was food at the night hearth. He was not too concerned about the consequences of what might happen if he were caught traipsing about the Weyr at this candlemark. At least he was only going to the kitchen for some food and not trying to sneak onto the Hatching Sands. Thats not to say he had not thought about sneaking onto the Sands. He'd been only ten when the last Clutch was on the Sands and it was hard to remember what they all looked like. Besides this time it was a much bigger clutch. Which meant he would be more likely to impress. Oh what was he thinking! Of course he would impress, there was no reason a dragon wouldn't like him.

After exiting the Barracks, he began singing, which was neither soft nor loud and the choice of song was rather lewd. Orisyn liked the songs people much much older than him seemed to enjoy while drinking ales and wines. He may have been slipped some of these drinks from time to time but he did not sneak them. There was no reason to. If he wanted a drink the drunk men would get him something. Why? Because Orisyn was fun to play dragon poker with and would willingly sing the worst sort of songs. He supposed there were some in the Weyr that would look down on such activities. However he was of the belief if they were going to be saving the planet they needed to be saving it because of the good times and the fun one could have. He wouldn't want it saved because of hard work and tragedy.

He made it to the Weyrhall within minutes and hushed his voice as he peaked around the corner. The Night Hearth was empty. So the youth made his way to the table with the goods on it. Klah...rolls of different assortments, some bubblies... he could make a dent in this food if he allowed himself to eat too much. What did he want this late in the evening? He stood looking at the food as if the decision were the hardest he had ever had to make. “Sweet or not sweet thats the question at hand..”

[Marnark]

Toyi could be inconspicuous if she wanted to be. Most of the time she was anyway whether she was trying to be or not. Part of it was habit. She tended to stand with a back to a wall or in a corner ... simply cause there was no way anyone could be there if she did that. She liked having the world where she could see it. She did rely on her eyes so very much after all.

But being a rather insomniac the last few nights ... again she found herself not in her weyr, but instead in the main hall. Normally the place was empty this time of night, she she'd had no problems with showing up in nothing more than a long night shift and a robe to ward off the cool chill of night. Parked at a table with her back to a wall, she was doodling idly on a bit of parchment with a charcoal stick, mug of steaming klah at her elbow, a half eaten teacake sitting next to that.

Motion in the corner of her peripheral caused her to look up. Twiddling the writing stick between the fingers of both hands, she watched as the lad apparently tried to sneak across the room to consider the foodstuffs. After a moment of watching him consider it, Toyi couldn't help but laugh. "It won't bite, you really can grab some of it, you know. Even if you technically shouldn't be out and about at this hour." She teased, lightheartedly.

Candidates. A rowdy bunch, them.

[HG]

Orisyn had not noticed the other person at all. He could be a bit oblivious to the world around him as it was and in the middle of the night he was probably more so. Looking over the food still he seemed to frown slightly. It was not a matter of the food coming after him it was a matter of indigestion this far into the night. He looked up at the woman slowly realizing she was in her bed clothes and a robe. Man he hoped that she had not been woken up by him. He wasn't really singing that loud, was he? “Oh I wouldn't be too sure about that. It might bite on the way out. I'd rather choose wisely than feel ill in the morning...”

Briefly he wondered why she brought up the fact that he was not in bed. Not all people slept through the night, although normally he did. Would they punish all Candidates that felt their stomach gnawing at them from the inside when they went out at night to get something to eat. He couldn't see how he was doing anything wrong. He decided not to take her too seriously on that. After all she would have already told him to return to the Barracks if she cared that he was here.

His gaze fell back on the food. “I'm rarely out this late. My belly simply woke me up today and said it was hungry. I don't think the Candidate Master would mind if I came to eat and did not disturb anyone.” He realized he sounded like he was entitled to do such things. As if he had any special treatment, the Candidate Master would be just as hard on him as the next person if she felt like telling on him. However, seeing as she seemed unconcerned he decided not to worry his head over it.

Now back to the choices. Even though he was fond of bubblies he felt the amount of sugar alone would keep him awake. Finally having decided, he reached for a now cool bread roll and a glass of water. He certainly did not need klah this late in the evening or was it morning? Either way it was not a good time to be drinking klah. He turned towards the woman and said conversationally, “What brings you here so late?” After asking her took a bite out of his roll, well more a tear out of his roll and began to chew vigorously. The toughness on the outside of the roll was hard to swallow so he needed to chew as much of it up as possible.

[Marnark]

Toyi watched the lad closely as he talked, a grin slowly spreading on her features as she leaned some of her weight on her elbows. "Is that all?" She asked, humorously. She didn't bother to say a whole lot else as he finally made his decision and turned toward her.

Toyi shrugged, nonchalantly. "Just couldn't sleep. A lot on my mind I guess." She glanced down at the sketch between her elbows, but then returned her gaze to the lad. Some people found her unwavering gaze most disturbing, simply because people did not generally tend to look other people in the face. Not unless they were being threatening. But there was nothing threatening about Toyi in the least. She just ... watched. Unashamedly.

"It wasn't hunger, obviously." She laughed and waved her writing stick at the remains of her own snack ... which was mostly still there. As was her klah. Klah in the middle of the night was generally a bad idea if one wanted to go back to sleep, for sure. But Toyi had no delusions; she wouldn't be getting any sleep between now and morning drills. Once she woke up, that was it. She just ... needed to figure out why she wasn't sleeping. Alyrath was still knocked out cold in their weyr, so it wasn't that.

[HG]

He smiled and held back a laugh himself. Orisyn wasn't so full of himself that he could not see the humor in his situation. Come to think of it, he wasn't full of anything. Taking another bite out of his roll he listened to her explanation as to why she was there. Obviously she had no time restrictions as he had. Nor was she led by her stomach as he was. Not that this was normal. He seemed to have a voracious appetite lately. He secretly hoped that meant he would be growing taller.

Orisyn nodded, watching her. “You know I hear that talking about whatever is weighing on your mind helps. Not that I'm an expert or anything but I am all ears if you need someone to talk to. So long as you don't mind my snacking while you do.” He was genuinely a nice person, most of the time. He might get a bit bossy and arrogant and lazy at times. Okay so he wasn't a really nice person but he could not in good faith kick himself out of the nice category completely.

“Klah I see. I talked myself out of it. I'm hoping to go back to sleep after my snack. We'll see though right?” He laughed and walked over to the chairs near the lit hearth. “I'm just going to get comfortable here.” Orisyn sat down, slowly, trying hard not to spill his water on himself. A few drops did end up on his pants. Minor casualties! He was undeterred and managed to amaze even himself at his ability to be slightly graceful at this late hour.