[PRP] To Catch a Pirate (Jacomus/Casgar)

[Andranis]

The return to awareness and wakefulness was a slow and sluggish process on the best of days for Jacomus, so nothing immediately registered about the fingers through his hair. He thought, in fact, it might have been Fish or Marsh, trying to wake him for a day of pilfering marks from any near-by fishing holds or markets. Shifting, he nestled into the warmth that his sleep-addled brain swore had to be Kraketh, murmuring, "Not now, Fish... Still sleepy..."  

[Andranis]

Awareness was coming back much more rapidly. Jacomus opened his eyes, then squeezed them shut, groaning at the light. One hand reached up to cover them, as he shifted to push himself up slightly. "You're not Fish..." More slowly, he opened his eyes, looking around. "This is not my cave..." Squinting for a moment, Jacomus tried to remember what had gone on. As if sensing his wakefulness, both Fish and Marsh flew in the window, chittering excitedly. "What in the name of the egg..." Egg... Dragons... Oh. "I... Oh... Um..." He watched his pair of flits circle, then looked at the other occupant of the bed. "I am... VERY sorry for intruding on your chambers... These are your chambers, right? I don't usually... Uninvited..."  

[Andranis]

"Oh no, I remember! I'm just..." He reached up, scratching at his scalp. Somewhere in the night, his tie had been lost, causing the mess of brown locks to fly about wild and free. "I'm a bit slow to wake up, Kraketh complains about it a lot. So does Fish." Sitting up properly, Jacomus reached out and stroked the blue flit's head when it got closer. "I AM sorry for barging into your room like that, though. Gold flight or not, still right rude of me." Pirate or not, as well. He shifted slightly, focus suddenly on Fish as he tried to tamper down the excitement at the prospect of actual hot klah and proper food. His stomach betrayed him, causing the pirate to blush. "That'd be lovely, yeah..."

Marsh landed on the bed next to Fish, regarding Casgar. The green flit tilted her head, then hop-walked up to him to properly inspect him. Whatever she decided, it was apparently good, as she settled on the blankets rather comfortably.  

[Andranis]

Surprise passed over Jacomus' face at the sight of another blue flit. He then looked at Marsh, then Casgar, "No wonder Marsh likes you. She doesn't much warm up to other people, usually." He reached over, scratching behind her head knobs. The green flit let out a pleased sound, multifaceted eyes closing. "Just wants attention and a nice spot to lay, I suppose. And, yeah..." Clearing his throat, Jacomus looked back to Casgar, "I'm not usually... IN Weyrs, and this is my first time at Western. I had to send Fish and Marsh ahead to even show me what it looked like before we could make the jump between because of it." He hadn't fully covered places to go between to and from before he and Kraketh had left Southern. That had been... Shards, how long HAD it been? Ten turns already? How time flew, when one was busy stealing from people and breaking the hearts of hold folks.

When he quietly reached out to Kraketh, he got the response of somebody throwing a tantrum. The dragon was on a ledge only accessible by flight, which meant Jacomus was effectively grounded at Western.  

[Andranis]

Jacomus cleared his throat, unsure of how to broach the subject of just how he got his own possessions. The clothes he'd shown up in fitting at all had been a sharding miracle of chance when he'd stolen them right out of somebody's room... Where had that even been? Somewhere out near Nerat, he supposed. "I've been away from Weyrlife so long, I kind of forgot about tithing..." Unhelpfully, Fish produced an image of his cave near Tillek, with its treasures and trappings that suddenly seemed to mean nothing to the rider. A wave of sadness passed through him that made both flits look up, eyes whirling with concern for Their Human.  

[Andranis]

"I... A bit, yeah... Maybe..." He stroked Fish' side, starting to get lost in thought.

From the ledge he found, Kraketh suddenly interrupted them both. He fears the responsibility being a bronze rider means.

A flush rose on Jacomus' face, brow furrowing. You stay out of this! He glanced at Casgar, then quickly away. Taking a breath, he asked, "What IS your position? You're not a rider, but you have all this space to yourself, so... What do you do in the Weyr?"  

[Andranis]

"I mean, I've heard OF it, very vaguely, but people at Southern said that if you were going to change Weyrs, go somewhere like Telgar, Benden, High Reaches, any of the older Weyrs because surely things were topsy-turvy at Western." He scratched the stubble on his cheek, frowning. "Already not sure if they were entirely wrong, but now you have me wondering if that's a bad... A bad... Did you say Headman?" The sadness of before had quickly been replaced as Jacomus looked at Casgar in shock. He'd found the rooms of the Headman... He had fallen in bed with the Headman. Childhood memories of Southern's Headwoman made themselves known, a woman that had terrified even his giant of a brother, P'tius. Marsh looked up, reflecting the images of the memories of the woman back to them in confusion, while Fish looked up and chittered at the other blue flit that had flown back in.  

[Andranis]

For a moment, Jacomus watched the other blue flit, Fidget. He seemed to be displeased with the strange flits in the bed, and Jacomus wanted to reassure the creature, but his attention was soon back to Casgar. "So no assumption that if Kraketh catches a Gold, I might be elevated to, say, Weyrleader?" When he'd been young, only 18 turns, the thought had terrified him. Especially since the thought of being stuck with the Weyrwoman, who was by far a displeasing woman to be around, had made his stomach turn. But then his family had started talking, and then... Off he'd run. "And, um... You act nothing like the last Headperson I knew." At least, so far he acted nothing like that dreadful woman.