Fort Weyr - Ezra's Room
Is there anything that smells *quite* like a teenage boy's room? The room that Ezra was given after his rather abrupt arrival at Fort Weyr is one that does not suit his station, but speaks to the sympathy his story brought up in people. One of the larger residential rooms, it actually consists of both a living room and a private bedroom. The rooms are not sparkling clean or spotless, but they are relatively tidy. The boy has been making an effort in trying to get over his hoarding ways. There are still piles of *stuff*, but it's stacked neatly in corners or beneath furniture. The floor is now visible and the couch, table and chairs are usable. There is also a fireplace that is kept very neat and free of ash, the smoke drawn up through a tunnel in the rock.
The bedroom has a large bed with rumpled, messy sheets and lots and lots of blankets and pillows, making a little nest for him to sleep in. The dresser and wardrobe are full of clothes, though he's made some effort to sort through it all. The rooms also have an overabundance of glowbaskets, which are placed on many of the surfaces and kept filled and bright constantly. He might be just a little afraid of the dark.


Ezra returned to his room after he and his brother parted ways, and tidied up a bit, setting Hazelon's egg in a sandy basket. He went and got one himself, not wanting to just have the egg on its own, and not wanting to leave it with the others in the caverns. It sits near his own heart, which glows gently, while Ezra putters around and fidgets a bit, Zoi watching from her bed in the corner.

It is later, much, much later when a very hesitant knock rings out on the doorway. There is a shuffle of feet outside, as Hazelon ponders if this is a good idea or not, and what might happen when the door opens to the Stonehaven heir. His eyes are dark with worry as he fidgets, glancing both ways down the hallway as if he might get in trouble simply for standing here. In his hands he has his own basket, filled with warm sand.

Ezra unlocks the door - only two, today - and pulls it open. "Hazelon," he says, studying his face for a moment before he smiles and pulls open the door wider. "C'mon in. Got your egg over by the hearth. Oh good, you have a basket." Zoi rises from her bed to greet Hazelon, tail wagging as she pads closer, hoping for more ear scritches.

Hazelon shifts uncomfortably under Ezra's gaze, pondering one last time if he should refuse the egg and run. But then Zoi is moving closer and the canine gets a real smile from the dark-eyed teen as he bends down to pet the small dog. It also allows him to look away from Ezra and avoid meeting his eyes. Seemingly he must have missed the invitation to go in, as he stays just outside the door rather than enter. "I appreciate this, sir," Even though Ezra is just a touch older than him, Hazelon tucks on the sir… just to be safe.

Hazelon shifts uncomfortably under Ezra's gaze, pondering one last time if he should refuse the egg and run. But then Zoi is moving closer and the canine gets a real smile from the dark-eyed teen as he reaches out to pet the dog. It also allows him to look away from Ezra and avoid meeting his eyes. Seemingly he must have missed the invitation to go in, as he stays just outside the door rather than enter. "I appreciate this, sir," Even though Ezra is just a touch older than him, Hazelon tucks on the sir… just to be safe.

Ezra hesitates, a bit awkwardly when Hazelon doesn't move. "I'll go get it," he says, hastening to the hearth and carefully gathering the egg, returning to the doorway to set it in the teen's basket. Again, he studies his face, and then looks down. "It's my pleasure," he says genuinely. "Glad it's going to a good home."

Hazelon leaves off petting the canine as Ezra moves closer, holding very still when the other teen deposits the egg. The basket is drawn back, and cuddled against his chest rather protectivly. "I'll be takin' as much care as can be. Been askin' about care and such since you offered." Pushing sand across the top of the egg so it is fuly covered offers him another excuse to not look at the gift-giver.

Ezra smiles a bit, nodding. "Good. That's…yeah. That's good." Again, he looks at him, and then he looks down at Zoi, rubbing her ears. "So…" he glances up and down the empty hallway, "think you deserve to know…" Pause. "I know where…you came from." Is that clear enough? Please don't drop the egg.

Hazelon does jerk at the quiet statement, though he doesn't drop the egg. His own gaze darts down the hallway and he steps back from the Stonehaven heir. The tension in his shoulders tightens. "S," he jerks himself silent, avoiding the name he knows Ezra's older brother by. "You'll not be tellin' anyone?" Half request, half question.

Ezra shakes his head quickly. "Of course not. It's your business, your secret. But I thought you should know. I…I think I remember you." A glimpse, at the camps, perhaps, or in the tunnels of the weyr right after. It's hazy, hard for him to remember. "I won't tell," he confirms.

Hazelon hesitates one more time, his arms tightening still further around the basket till it creaks in protest, reminding him of the burden within. "I promise not to be botherin' you, nor your brother if he'll be lettin' me. Ain't tryin' to make no trouble sir, just making my way."

Ezra shakes his head again. "Didn't think you would be bothering…anyone. You've…seems like you've done well here, last few turns. I don't want to disrupt that. You've earned some peace," he says quietly. Sadly, staring at the basket. "I know."

"Aye, I," But Hazelon falls silent again. "My thanks to you again. I'll be goin?" The question mark is clear, that he's waiting for Ezra to dismiss him before fading back into the recesses of the weyr again.

Ezra stays where he is in the door, and he nods. "Yeah, sure. I don't want to keep you. Just…" He hesitates, glancing down and then at Hazelon. "Don't…hide? From me?" An odd request, perhaps.

Ezra's odd request makes Hazelon frown, having not yet moved his feet to leave the Stonehaven boy alone. "I… don't think your brother'd like that. He's pretty sure I mean you harm." And there is the underlying bitterness again, the knowledge that whatever he does will be tainted, that he can never really be trusted.

Ezra rubs Zoi's ears. "Do you?" A simple, straight forward question.

One hand reaches up as Hazelon rubs his neck, a surefire sign of his own discomfort. "No. Ain't never meant no one harm." Not that he's never delt it out, his eyes darken with memories of the camps, and what one did to stay alive. "Figure my family's done enough, no need for me to be doin' more." He closes his lips around ALL THE WORDS and shifts backwards. "Thanks for this."

Ezra nods. "Well then there's no problem between us," Ezra says softly. "You ain't your folks." He nods, taking a step back as well. Space. He has space.

"Well." Hazelon shifts backwards a step, not at all sure how to take that soft advice. "I'l… be seein' you?" The question mark is clearly there, "I, uh, gotta be gettin' back to work." And he'll step back another step before turning to walk away, not… quite at a run.

Not a run. That's the best Ezra can hope for, and he nods before snapping his fingers to call Zoi back into the room and close - lock - the door behind them.