every day i'm shufflin' }{ party at the cove; open

[izzie]

Rinnian was bored.

Well, Rinnian was often bored, but recently he had been especially so. Since the tragedy that was Maai's assassination, security at Solace Weyr had been going a little overboard. There would be no touching for Grenth's clutch, and the candidates were forbidden to stray very far. The invasion of an assassin from Southern had proved that no one, even those asleep in their weyrs, was safe from the threat. In practice, this meant that even more than just remaining in the Weyr, the candidates preferably would remain in their barracks, the kitchens, and the bathing pools. And Rinnian was not thrilled.

The fair-haired young man was not exactly what anyone would call good at following directions. Who were these people to tell him that he had to stay in the barracks with the other candidates? Why would some assassin from Souther Weyr want to attack a candidate, anyway? Loath to admit it as he was, Rinnian was a sixteen-turn-old boy without a dragon to call his partner. He had no strategic importance to Solace yet. Southern would gain no tactical advantage by killing him, and even if they were as bad as the worst rumors that festered in Solace, he assumed the enemy would be smart enough to realize that murdering candidates was a pretty useless endeavor.

With that logic in mind, surely no one would be able to fault him for taking a nighttime stroll?

A light sleeper at the best of times, Rinnian was having particular trouble lately, what with Grenth's constant mourning in his head. He was pretty sure the entire Weyr was growing quickly sick of hearing can't follow over and over again, and work and sanity all over the place was suffering because of it. What a relief it would be when this clutch had hatched, and Grenth could finally join her rider again. (And maybe this clutch would be the one where he Impressed, eh? Well, maybe.)

He crept out of his bed as the other candidates slept, some soundly and others in dreamy turmoil. The beach would probably be nice right about now... quiet, dark, cool. Yes, that's where he would go. Rinnian glanced around, making sure no one was around to give him away as he sneaked towards freedom, and then he shuffled his way closer to the door.

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[escape]

Rialin was beginning to get restless with the dull drum days at the weyr. People rarely talked and when they did, it was usually cut off by the continual moaning of the queen on the sands. They feared for the safety of everyone and made life ridiculous. Candidates could go out around the weyr but never leave it, there even seemed to be a curfew set in place so that nothing bad would happen to them.

Ria didn't care for curfews, in fact she was sitting up in the common room, inspecting some of the items that she had gotten recently from a passing caravan. The weyr didn't seem particularly happy with visitors after the assassination of their queen, but Ria welcomed the change in a day. She didn't mind being trapped in the weyr, so far she had made some good business off of people but she really would have liked something different to happen.

The girl had been sitting with a glow basket, barely casting much light in the room but that didn't mean she didn't notice the shadow creeping across the room. She grabbed one of the finely crafted knives she had gotten from the caravan and unsheathed it while throwing the lid off of the glow, ready to attack the person who was creeping around late in the night. When she saw who it was, she rolled her eyes and put the knife away.

"Dimglow, don't walk around in the dark...if it was a rider or handler they would have mistaken you as a threat." She hissed at him before tilting her head to the side, suddenly curious as to why the male was out this late anyways. "What are you doing up this late anyways? Other than being an idiot and walking in the dark..."

[lredd011]

Kolben's insomnia was getting worse instead of better. He had been rising earlier and earlier every morning it seemed. Or not getting any sleep at all. Tonight was no different. There was talk that the Hatching would be any day now, one that was sure to throw them for some loops (oh, if they only knew). No, Kolben would not be getting any sleep tonight. And he was getting tired of staring at the ceiling of his room. If he was going to be awake, he might as well go somewhere else and do something productive. He would probably just go to the record rooms again, play on his gitar a little bit.

So the harper grabbed his gitar, hung it on his back, and tiptoed out of his room. He was coming up on the common room area when he heard some hushed voices. He froze instantly and his heart skipped a couple beats. Uh oh. Had the Candidate Master found out he was leaving the barracks early all the time? Or, Faranth forbid, it wasn't another intruder was it? Come to carry out more of whatever sick and evil plan Southern had set into motion when they poised Weyrwoman Maai? He strained to try to hear what the voices were saying, but only caught bits and pieces.

"Dimglow...dark...idiot...dark." Well, it certainly didn't sound like an intruder. He peeked his head around the corner to find two Candidates, Rinnian, and a girl - he didn't really know the girls- staring each other down in the dark. Well, looks like he wasn't the only one with insomnia these days. Maybe they could keep each other company in their misery. Because misery does love company and all. Kolben appeared from around the corner and cleared his throat, as quietly as possible.

"Hey guys. Are we having a party or something?" he said, attempting to joke around with them. "Well, looks like it might be a small one. Guess not everyone got their invitation." He looked between them, smiling goofily, unaware that only moments before he had gotten there the girl had pulled a knife on the other boy.

[mandafloon]

Meltel had always been a light sleeper, and more; it had been something he was pleased about. If thread came at night. If a hatching came at night. Thoughts of such events had made him praise the first shell for his ability to awaken at the slightest noise out of place. Unfortunately for others of his age group, that also meant he was awake to hear any potential nighttime disturbances. Candidates out of bed or going where they shouldn't.

He remained tightly tucked under his covers, but his eyes were shining pits in the dark. He nearly held his breath, thankful for his bed's nearness to the door. So far no one had technically broken a rule...But if they did, he'd be up in a flash to discourage it. Mel wasn't a party pooper, honestly. He just understood the gravity of the rules and why they were in place better than most. And he was loathe to think of any dragonet going between because the one they were meant for had gone off partying, gotten in trouble, and been unable to stand. The whole weyr would suffer. So if he had to lose a friend or two to ensure that wouldn't happen...well, that's how it'd be.