Odd (Open!)

[Lesa]

It was odd. It was well and truly... odd. She knew it, and she knew C'fael (Faranth, practically all the riders) knew it too. That she was considered odd. Odder than most. That wasn't odd about what was going on now. Her being thought odd stemmed from her being one of the (very) few non-riders who had started up the Weyr.

What she found odd about it wasn't herself - she knew she wasn't technically any odder than anyone else - but what was odd it was, well, it was her. It was her reaction to all the people. The gobs and gobs and hordes of people that were now in the Weyr. There were just... so many people. Admittedly, there had always been people coming to the Weyr once they knew it was founded. The Weyr had just reached critical mass. And so had she, with dealing with people.

Medusa was at a loss. No longer 'Headwoman', having been in a way, willingly demoted from the position - women older and wiser, and having been Headwomen at the dead Weyrs or Stewards at dead Holds made much more sense as Headwoman than a bully-able young girl with (only) the considerable power of a friendly brown dragon to back her. Technically, Medusa had the entire Rider population behind her, for the most part. The Headwoman now had that and the presence in her own form to back what she was saying. Besides, she couldn't be the Headwoman and be a Candidate at the same time.

Dark hair slipped into her eyes until she brushed it away. Maybe she should cut it? Her assigned chores were done and she'd been rebuffed from doing any other work - her last 'episode' involving a two-Turn old blond toddler meaning C'fael wanted her to rest, and reacclimate herself to the people of the Weyr. That was her problem. She'd mostly gotten herself under control, gotten the memories and the fear and the horror and the... everything under control when she knew she was seeing the same fourteen faces and hair for a near solid Turn, or that even the random men who had shown up all had dark hair. She kicked at a rock, watching it skitter down the hallway.

Been better when C'fael, K'nan, R'del and S'tia were the few blond men she had to worry about. Now there were other blond men, and their children - and it wasn't as bad as it had been, it wasn't to the point... not normally, at least... - to where she would fall into memories merely seeing blond hair. Yesterday, she had. The little boy, his hair had just caught the light just right, sitting on his father's shoulders. She couldn't remember what she'd even been doing, all Medusa knew was she had just broke.

Ansyth had pulled her out of it, him and Chalchiuith - the green surprisingly kind, for once - and that was how she found herself without anything to do, walking around the Weyr: her Weyr, should she decide to give it such a title. Walking around her Weyr, without a thing to do.

Odd.

[Lan]

Calin was in a good mood today. Well, perhaps this was an understatement... Calin was in a GREAT mood today. He had woken up alive, for starters. Then, to top it all off, he had partook in a meal that filled his stomach with warm and yummy goodness and, after giving a sad little face to the cooks, had even managed to steal another roll. Yes, he was happy. True, chores had somewhat put a damper on his chipperness for a bit, but now that it was all done he was on top of the world. What should he do today? Go fishing? Become depressed over the state of Pern? Go sneak a peak at Sereldeth's tidy clutch of eggs? Bother Elana? No... Today... Calin would explore the lower caverns. Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea. Klah, from his perch on Calin's shoulder, chirruped in agreement. Spinner was nowhere to be found. She was always rather irritable when Calin was in an over-the-top bright mood and found it best to place her attentions and presence elsewhere.

He strode down the hall with a lilt in his step, purpose overflowing for he knew not what. But he liked it. Yes, the whole sharding lot of Pern was going between, but Calin was pleased that he could simply be happy. Depression was for later. He was safe now. And he was fed. Yes. Food. Did Calin ever mention he loves food? Because, quite certainly, he does. So with a spring in his step, and a song humming about in his throat, he and his gangly limbs made their way down the hall, "he" silently hoping they'd run into someone. And, lo and behold, they did.

A rock skittered past his shoe and he stopped in his tracks to watch it roll click-clack on the floor to a stop. Hmm... Odd. Rocks normally didn't move on their own accord, so someone must be nearby. He looked up, smiled, and gave a chuckle to the young woman that stood in front of him.

"Well, hello!" His voice, a tenor border-lining on an alto, was crackling with trying-to-hard cheer. The smile that brightened his countenance was causing what one might call "adorable" little creases in his cheeks. However, the girl in front of him wasn't smiling. Actually, she looked sort of depressed and rather deep in thought. Well, Calin would have to fix that. Klah re-situated himself on the boy's shoulders, gazing at their new acquaintance with calmly swirling eyes. In their little fair, Klah tended to be the calm voice of reason... when Elana wasn't taking over that job. He was complacent either way. After a moment he yawned, giving a content little hum at the end and continuing to stare at what may or may not be a new friend.

"I think I've seen you around before, but we've never really formally met. Depressing, I know... Name's Calin." He thrust out a hand, causing Klah to lose his balance for a split second before readjusting himself. Calin had seen the girl around before, doing duties that looked as if she was in charge, although lately it had been some other woman. It really was depressing he had never met her before. If she had been in charge, it might have been of great profit to him. Not that he thought of friendships like that... All the time... Really, he didn't! Sort of... Anyways, he was glad to be meeting her now.