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Post by Chinchilla on Jan 10, 2013 4:00:05 GMT -5
Maybe it was homesickness that drove Nepeta to slip from her apartment that night. She'd avoided the kitchens outside of meals, because they tended to be crowded and far too hot for her tastes. But at night, Nepeta's time, the weyrfolk had mostly retreated and given the Weyr over to the handlers and their beasts. It seemed at right this moment, as well, the kitchen was mostly empty.
The perfect time for trying to find some tea!
To be honest, she wasn't sure this strange place had tea. They had a strange drink that they called klah, but it certainly didn't taste like tea. Besides, she didn't want something brewed by a stranger. She wanted something special. She wanted something that would remind her of home.
Something a bit too strong.
That was why she was in the kitchen, rummaging through bags and straining to read the unfamiliar alphabet. Trollian had translated dialogue for her instantly, but this planet was not as kind. The girl huffed, rocking back on her heels and frowning.
"Hmph." What kind of awful planet didn't have tea? It seemed so bizarre, especially after she had spent so long on a planet that was literally made of tea. Nepeta pushed a box gently to the side, hoping that she wasn't accidentally breaking a rule or something by going through the food. It wasn't as if she was stealing from the kitchen. She just wanted to see if there was anything to make tea with.
Maybe she would have to check the storage rooms. She really hoped not. Or maybe there was someone who could read this language? She leaned back, looking around the kitchen. Nepeta didn't really have any issue seeing in the dim light. She was nocturnal, after all. |
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Post by kthehuman on Jan 10, 2013 20:33:40 GMT -5
Today, Seraphim had been so sleepy, she had actually convinced Castiel to nap with her out in the evening sun after dinner. Even though the sun was falling, it was extremely hot in the Weyr Bowl. So, he decided to remove his tunic and bundle it up as pillow for his curious little blue. He had laid on his back, arms behind his head, with Seraphim on the ground just left of his ribcage, close enough to touch.
It was in this prone position that he awoke. The first thing he noticed was that his little dragon had climbed onto his chest, and he smiled at her subtlety. The next thing he noticed was the dark sky; it appeared that he had slept longer than intended. Still unsure of how Seraphim reacted to being woken up, he prodded her in the belly with his index finger, and whispered her name. It took him a few attempts, but she was eventually roused. She breathed in sharply, lifted her head, and let out a mighty yawn. She then looked toward her human, eyes still droopy from sleep. She sent thoughts of continuing her sleep across their link, head slowly lowering down to his chest.
Castiel chuckled, causing the fire lizard to bounce lightly, waking her up a bit more. "I do not wish to sleep her any longer, Seraphim. The ground is hard and uncomfortable." She cooed a whine in response, but slowly stood and stepped off of his chest to the ground, stretching limbs and wings alike. Castiel sat up, back aching slightly, grabbed his shirt, and stood. Not long after the tunic was in place, Seraphim alighted to his right shoulder, tail curling around his neck. "Before we go back to the room, I would like to see if there is any klah left in the kitchens." In response to Seraphim's defiant screech, he said, "It will only take a moment. Then we will go to sleep directly." Castiel is unsure why, but he had taken a special liking to the native Pern drink. He could only hope that it wasn't as late as he thought, and someone may still be in the kitchens.
When they arrived, after walking through hall upon empty hall, Castiel was disheartened to see most of the glowbaskets covered. Still, perhaps he could find some klah and heat it up. As his stomach rumbled slightly, he thought he should find some meatrolls, as well. He took off the lids to one of the glow baskets, and had to blink his eyes for a few moments to adjust to the light. When they had, he was surprised to find a person standing in the kitchens already. He had never seen...her? before, and she was obviously not human. She had gray skin and...were those horns? Castiel's head tipped to the side, and he stared at her for a moment. When Seraphim chirped at him, chiding him for such rude staring, he cleared his throat and stood up straighter.
"Hello. I am sorry to have stared." He took a few steps toward her, "I don't believe we have met. My name is Castiel."
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Post by Chinchilla on Feb 26, 2013 22:24:11 GMT -5
Nepeta continued her search, moving boxes out of her way. She stopped to sniff the occasional box, trying to use her nose to find the by now very familiar smell of tea leaves. No luck. Maybe the pernese kept their tea somewhere else? Maybe they had no tea! No. Nepeta refused to consider that such a horrible thing could be true.
Her hands slowed in their frantic shifting of boxes, the girl tilting her head up and cocking it to one side quizzically. She could barely smell through the unfamiliar scents of alien food, but she could hear someone approaching. So she wasn't the only one with a midnight craving. Well, a little company never hurt anyone! It would be nice to have someone to keep her company in the kitchens, even if they didn't say anything.
The glows going on made her smile sheepishly. She probably should have turned them when she came in. Humans couldn't see in the dark as easily as she could, after all. It was easy to forget that. She turned around, leaning against the counter and smiling brilliantly at the man. He was staring at her. Well, that was okay. She was sort of staring too.
How did the humans deal with not having horns? Didn't that make their heads feel light? How did they not just... tip over? Or float away? It was a mystery to Nepeta. They looked pretty soft and squishy to her, but that seemed pretty mean to say so she wasn't about to say it to a stranger.
Especially an adult stranger. She knew that her weariness around adult humans was unfounded, but she couldn't shake that little bit of instinct. It was just so strange, going from being surrounded by only animals and children to a world that was composed of towering beasts and adults.
"No purroblem!" Nepeta laughed, her tail curling behind her. "You're not the only one." She was getting used to all of the staring, slowly but surely. It wasn't their fault that they were curious. She was pretty curious about the humans herself. "Purrleased to meet you, Castiel! My name's Nepeta Leijon!" She beamed. |
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Post by kthehuman on Mar 3, 2013 2:26:15 GMT -5
Castiel realized that she looked fairly young, if he were to guess based off of human age. Then again, one could accurately guess the age of his current body and be off by several millenia from his true age. Nonetheless, he found himself slightly confused by her odd accent. "You sound as though you are imitating what humans believe a feline would sound like. Why?"
He then noticed that she seemed to have been going through the various food storages of the weyr kitchen. "Are you looking for something? Do you need assistance?" He asked as he approached slowly; not that he could be of much help - she must be another of the Lost, and surely he knew no more than she did about this place.
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