Post by Kiletri on Feb 3, 2012 2:25:58 GMT -8
That would be the thing also known as Kiletri's usual behavior. She was never serious, entirely sarcastic, and down right catty when it suited her, which was usually often. The lithe female certainly had more than a few feline characteristics. If she possessed a tail it would be whipping back and forth at the moment.
She was squinting with one eye shut, and had her hand up next to her head moving it forward and back. She had a dart in her hand and she was of course aiming for the center of the dart board. Two other darts were already nestled near center, and now she was aiming for dead on.
One... two... three...
"Ha ha, did it," she purred to herself as it stuck quivering right in the middle. She approached the board, pulled out the darts and began repeating the process though with slightly less concentration having obtained her goal.
Without even really trying her accuracy was perhaps astonishing to those who didn't realize she was kind of rough around the edges.
Kiletri tossed her head to get her hair out of her face. As much as she liked the constant, tastefully disheveled aura the wavy dark, dark brown locks gave her she'd been thinking about chopping it all off. She'd heard that looking slightly boyish was all the rage (sarcasm), but truthfully it would be much less hassle.
The 'thunk' of the darts echoed slightly through the halls, but she doubted anyone would pay her much heed. That was sort of the way of things at the weyr... well, excluding some people.
Out on the weyr ledge Jaraith was somewhat restless. She was trying to nap in the sun, but everything seemed disruptive somehow so she was just laying there contemplating the merit of taking a relaxing flight and then having another go at the nap thing. She would have thought the tedium of her partner's dart game might have been enough, but even that seemed restive.
She was squinting with one eye shut, and had her hand up next to her head moving it forward and back. She had a dart in her hand and she was of course aiming for the center of the dart board. Two other darts were already nestled near center, and now she was aiming for dead on.
One... two... three...
"Ha ha, did it," she purred to herself as it stuck quivering right in the middle. She approached the board, pulled out the darts and began repeating the process though with slightly less concentration having obtained her goal.
Without even really trying her accuracy was perhaps astonishing to those who didn't realize she was kind of rough around the edges.
Kiletri tossed her head to get her hair out of her face. As much as she liked the constant, tastefully disheveled aura the wavy dark, dark brown locks gave her she'd been thinking about chopping it all off. She'd heard that looking slightly boyish was all the rage (sarcasm), but truthfully it would be much less hassle.
The 'thunk' of the darts echoed slightly through the halls, but she doubted anyone would pay her much heed. That was sort of the way of things at the weyr... well, excluding some people.
Out on the weyr ledge Jaraith was somewhat restless. She was trying to nap in the sun, but everything seemed disruptive somehow so she was just laying there contemplating the merit of taking a relaxing flight and then having another go at the nap thing. She would have thought the tedium of her partner's dart game might have been enough, but even that seemed restive.
