Tarilan Impressed! View her and her new dragon here!
You enter the barracks, glancing about, as you place your pack down on what appears to be an un-claimed bed. Glad to finally be here, you stop and stretch, thankful that you were good enough to be Searched by the dragons.
"That's my bed," Someone says, and you look about to see a young woman, probably around 15 or so, with a small, upturned nose and a sneering face. "That's my bed," She repeats, and you pick the sack off of the bed and put it on another, wondering what this girl's problem is.
A blue flit shoots through the air to land on the girl's shoulder, and her hard face softens as she turns adoring blue eyes on the flit. "Hello, Caaylin, my dearest, how are you doing today?" She asks the blue, seemingly unaware that you're in the room. "Ah, you're a new Candidate," She says, and it's not a question, so you don't bother to nod. "That's my bunk, don't take it. The ones up near the back are open, the best one to have is the top left. It's sort of like a hideaway, although not as good as mine, because the slanting of the roof hides it."
Taking her advice, you walk to the end of the long barracks and begin to unload your possesions into the footlocker that you'll be sharing with another of the Candidates for the rest of your Candiacy, however long that may be. "Who might you be?" You inquire.
"Tarilan," The girl replies, brushing her long, black hair out of her face and doesn't smile. She doesn't ask for your name, so you don't give it, still wondering what her problem is. Tarilan is rude, and entirely inconsiderate of your needs, or so it seems.
Glancing about, you see a small book laying on the ground near her bunk. "Is that your's? Can I read it?" You ask.
"I don't care," Tarilan replies lazily, brushing her hair into a shimmering wave that hangs to her waist. "It's my journal, I don't see why you'd want to read it. Has my stuff about Impressing Caaylin, that's about it, and my Search. Just don't bother me."
Despite her negative note on the whole thing, you know that Tarilan is going to turn anything into a seemingly-bad situation. You pick up the book and begin to read.
After you've finished with the journal, you're surprised to see Tarilan weeping, her legs bent upwards and her face pushed into her knees. "What's the matter?" You inqure worriedly, wondering why she's crying.
"It's none of your buisiness," She snaps back, trying to dry her tears quickly. "I already said don't bother me. Go and look at my horse, Artimal, in the stables, if you want. I got her from Dannia Stables, but she's being housed here. Or you can read the letters that my best friend, Zephiria, and I wrote back and forth."
You find it hard to believe that she's doing this, you were trying to be kind and she's being rude! Sighing deeply, you realize that it's time for the noon-day meal, and turn, leaving the barracks and a sobbing Tarilan behind.
Read Tarilan's Story (In Third Person)
Read Tarilan's Journal
See the people that Tarilan mentions
See Tarilan's horse, Artimal
Read the Letters
View Tarilan's Statistics
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