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Hissy Fit #1
Shansi sets a record for Pern' most quickly-provoked HISSY FIT
5/29/00

Goldean
Goldean stands tall with a set of wide shoulders and broad chest. His head sits on his shoulders balanced on a wide neck. He has a set of cyan eyes, light and clear, which sparkle with the even nearest glint of light. He has golden hair that shine in healthieness. A few streaks of a blondish white streak through bleached from the sun. His hair is straight and parts into the middle of it. Goldean's skin is a deep tan, which has soaked in many years of Ista's warm sun. He is strong and has power in his arms and legs. His weight evens out as his height reaches just a bit above the average height. Goldean is 16 Turns, 5 months, 20 days old.

Vecica
Short and wiry, with a sort of curious lankiness despite her only five and a half feet, this particular dragonrider - a greenrider, one of many - stands out in the hubbub of Weyrlife. In a certain sense of the word, the woman looks the part of the doughy fighter, with her muscled frame and wind-and-weather roughened hands. But a certain aura of mischief hangs about her - perhaps it's the high cheekbones in her freckled, round face, or the thin layer of baby-fat that stubbornly refused to go. Or maybe it's the way her blue-violet eyes twinkle from behind curled eyelashes, set off by the mahogany bangs that frame her face, just barely short enough to avoid getting in her eyes. Speaking of hair, Vecica's mane is tightly braided against her skull higher up, for ease when putting on a helmet, then allowed to loosen a bit until it culminates with a green ribbon near rump-height. The greenrider's skin is tanned from years in the sun, a smattering of freckles dancing around her nose and cheeks. She looks to be perhaps in her mid to late twenties.
The assistant weyrlingmaster - her knot, black and orange twined with green, labels her as such - wears black. Lots and lots of black. The riding jacket she either wears about her waist or on her shoulders - depending on whether she's riding or not - is unmercifully ebony, contrasting with the pale fur that lines the high collar, as are the matching pants, which are, of course, not lined, considering the heat of Ista. Underneath the jacket, the braided woman wears another black thing - a short-sleeved tunic with a high collar (OOC: Think a minister's collar, very stiff and rising about maybe two inches), both collar and sleeves trimmed with strips of white. On her feet, the rider wears boots - black, again - that are ankle high and glossed until they gleam. A silver chain can on occasion be made out under her tunic.
Carrying:
Ve's Riding Jacket

Living Caverns - Ista Weyr
It is currently late afternoon on day 9 of the 9th month of Turn 198. 10th Interval.

Vecica is sitting slumped in a chair, playing with her braid, talking to Goldean. Just another day in Ista Weyr. .

Shansi enters from the lower caverns, as per usual. One hand goes straight to her hair, patting down bouncy curls, before she spots Goldean and .. an asst. weyrlingmaster .. at one table. Forming a breezy smile, she starts walking their way.

Vecica glances up, blinking at the newcomer. "Oh, hello. . . " she drawls,. Then, she gives the girl a harder look. Oh, dear. It's that *girl* that the other riders and the lower caverns folk are complaining about. Oh dear, oh dear.

Goldean is back from staring off into space, "Bounce!"

Vecica turns her head to the side to glance at Goldean for a moment. Eesh. She's in a cavern with a lunatic. "Hey, Goldie. You have too much klah this morning?" she quips, smirking ever-so-slightly.

Goldean chuckles as he bounces, "I only had three cups." He though holds out a handful

Shansi is oblivious to the recognition, merely returning a cool, "Afternoon." Not that the scrutiny goes unnoticed, no, but she probably expects that. As she takes a seat with practiced grace, she tilts her head towards Goldean. "I'm inclined to believe he has." She nods as he answers, "Three without water, perhaps." But, for all the calm delivery, she does smile a bit as she says.
As she says it, that is.

Vecica gives a slight chortle, leaning casually back into her chair and twirling her braid-end in between two fingers. "Hmm, maybe."

Goldean smirks to Shansi before skipping off, "Cleaning!" He washes and scrubs the tables.

Shansi wiggles her fingers sweetly as Goldean departs, then murmurs to Vecica, "Some people are rather ... easily entertained. I swear that boy *likes* cleaning." Simple minds, simple pleasures?

"What", asks Vecica dryly, "is wrong with that? It's a good, useful way to spend one's time, no?"

Goldean shakes his head to Shansi, "Nope I don't like cleaning, it just gives me something to do while I'm awake." No he still has a simple mind, just also a blank face and shining beam surround him

Shansi glances at Goldean again, still with that vague smile on her lips, then regards Vecica a moment. Finally: "But useful is not necessarily *fun*. Not generally." She shrugs, "I would much rather relax and enjoy myself, than work."

Vecica raises an eyebrow at *that* little comment. "Then," she says in a rather blunt tone, "you're not much good, are you? Life isn't all play, kiddo." Yup, that's our Vecica. But what do you expect from someone who has to chase chore-phobic weyrlings down all day?

Shansi blinks once, then looks at Vecica with a clearly surprised expression. Indignance finally takes over, and the girl manages, "How can you say that? You don't even know me, and yet you as good as call me bad. Simply because I appreciate the pleasures in life?" Her voice screeches up a little higher on the end, and she visibly calms herself. "I don't have to take that, you know. And after I worked this morning, shaving ice when I didn't have to lift a finger to help!" Oh, she probably *should* have seen that coming, but apparently she didn't, so now she must react as the offended brat she is. Sitting up straighter, the girl musters a quick, "Hmph! Just because I prefer to play, you assumed that's all I did. Didn't you?!" She crosses her arms, now, and shakes her head. "I don't know why I thought anyone here would treat me otherwise, though. Why should they, when I couldn't even get the proper respect from my own .." Abruptly, Shansi stops, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. Cooly now, she leans forward and finishes slowly, "You just nevermind. I'm not much good -- you think that if you want. Just keep right on thinking that."

<Ista Weyr> Shansi hmms. Spammy Shansi Speech.
<Ista Weyr> Vecica likes it ^^ I've done longer ones. . .
<Ista Weyr> Shansi grins. Well, she was sent here, essentially, because her parents thought she was no good. It's a touchy subject. ;)

Menina comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.
Menina has arrived.

Vecica gives a snort. Oh, yes, that was a snort. Nope, she's not impressed a bit. Nu-uh. "I'm afraid, kiddo, that you have a reputation already here. Trust me on this - in the Weyr, *everyone* pulls his or her own weight. Or they get sent packing."

Anger reigned under a tight leash now, Shansi merely nods curtly, "Fine. Let them all think what they want." She slaps her hand down on the table as she stands again, pausing a moment to mutter, "It was so nice meeting you. Please let's not do it again sometime. And don't call me 'kiddo,' either." With that, she turns around and stalks out, never once reacting to the implied threat. And not noticing anyone on her way out, either.