Wrong place? -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 07:04:43 04/14/02 Sun
Author: Tyrus
Author Host/IP: 64.156.53.237
Subject: Wrong place?

The sound of another person in the room tipped off Tyrus before he even opened the door more to see who it might be.
A blue eye glanced in.

Female.

Tyrus backed away quietly from the door and looked for any of the other doors to be open. Certainly, they wouldn't be expecting him, or the other males, to bunk with the women. He wanted to drop off his clothes and gear and get to the Dining Hall for a bite to eat. Not wait here, fidgiting about whether or not his stuff would be safe around female Candidates.

The rumble in his stomach informed him that food was to be a foremost priority. He would have to suck in whatever ill-ease he had and dump his stuff here until the Headwoman or Weyrwoman saw fit to open up the barracks for the males.

Tyrus came in quietly, hunting for a place to leave his stuff where somebody else wouldn't disturb it or use it to throw. He found a corner and looked back at the door to leave. He debated whether or not to say a greeting to the girl.

The girl.
She seemed to be a higher-born. The finer clothes, the writing paper.. No doubt a Hold daughter by the looks.

The last type of person Tyrus wanted to talk to.

[No offense. He's very sour about Lord/Lady Holders and their offspring after how he grew up.]

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Replies:

: Seen : -- Hirina, 08:28:24 04/14/02 Sun
- {..greeting..}
  --
  meaven, 10:13:54 04/14/02 Sun
  - Enters.. -- Thies, 10:34:58 04/14/02 Sun
    {..welcome..} -- meaven, 10:39:09 04/14/02 Sun
    Light grin -- Thies, 10:45:08 04/14/02 Sun
    {..temper, temper..} -- meaven, 10:51:41 04/14/02 Sun
    Narrows eyes -- Thies, 10:59:23 04/14/02 Sun
    {..pride and temper..} -- meaven, 11:10:45 04/14/02 Sun
- *Suprised* -- Tyrus, 11:37:23 04/14/02 Sun