Post by Vesadi on Aug 11, 2017 14:17:59 GMT
The rush of being in a new place had worn off at Baron Hold quickly; however, Vesadi was finding the rush of being at Tazum Weyr a little harder to shake. After being dropped off by B'til and welcomed by Rogatis, Vesadi had been shown to the Candidate Quarters. What little belongings she had, namely her cloak, riding gear from riding to Baron Hold, and her tiny boat knives, Vesadi had sat and breathed for a few moments before someone informed her a meal had been prepared for the Weyr, though she was sure the invitation had been for another Candidate. Finding herself literally sitting there twirling her thumbs with little to do, she removed her cloak and laid it on the cot, in a small claiming it as her's before turning and following the crowd toward what she assumed was the correct way to the Dining Hall.
Having been shown around the Weyr before being left at the Candidate Quarters, Vesadi was able to find her way back, even though she had somehow gotten separated from the small group that had left the barracks. Standing she noticed there wasn't as many people about the Hall as she was use to. Normally she ate with her family and they all ate together though it seemed those at the Weyr ate in groups, probably only really eating together to special occasions. Finding a line for food, she joined it, made her plate, and quickly found a place to sit.
She kept herself poised and dignified. Inside she was going through everything she had ever been taught. Exits. Numbers of people. Who seemed the loudest and most likely to throw a punch. Who seemed the highest ranked. Where the best places to get down and hide where. How many drudges moved around and how freely. She listened to the Weyr, though not in full force, but a good enough were present that the Hall was loud and seemed to have a happy tune about it, minus a few voices that spoke in fear and hurt. She took those for having just arrived, as she had.
Seeing as she was currently alone but had found a spot with several seats around it, Vesadi figured someone may eventually sit, so she started eating. The food wasn't bad, in fact, it was quiet tasty, something she was a little surprised about, though from stories it shouldn't have surprised her. She ate tiny bites, shoulders back, chin lifted. Her mother would have been proud to see her daughter filling out a Lady's position. . . . . . Too bad that wouldn't happen.
Having been shown around the Weyr before being left at the Candidate Quarters, Vesadi was able to find her way back, even though she had somehow gotten separated from the small group that had left the barracks. Standing she noticed there wasn't as many people about the Hall as she was use to. Normally she ate with her family and they all ate together though it seemed those at the Weyr ate in groups, probably only really eating together to special occasions. Finding a line for food, she joined it, made her plate, and quickly found a place to sit.
She kept herself poised and dignified. Inside she was going through everything she had ever been taught. Exits. Numbers of people. Who seemed the loudest and most likely to throw a punch. Who seemed the highest ranked. Where the best places to get down and hide where. How many drudges moved around and how freely. She listened to the Weyr, though not in full force, but a good enough were present that the Hall was loud and seemed to have a happy tune about it, minus a few voices that spoke in fear and hurt. She took those for having just arrived, as she had.
Seeing as she was currently alone but had found a spot with several seats around it, Vesadi figured someone may eventually sit, so she started eating. The food wasn't bad, in fact, it was quiet tasty, something she was a little surprised about, though from stories it shouldn't have surprised her. She ate tiny bites, shoulders back, chin lifted. Her mother would have been proud to see her daughter filling out a Lady's position. . . . . . Too bad that wouldn't happen.
