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Cetalese quietly lugged the bucket of water down the hall and back into the half-cleaned weyr. In preparation for the Clutch that should be arriving sometime in the coming months, new weyrs needed to be cleaned out for when the dragonets matured enough to leave the weyrling barracks. Or perhaps these were for the current Weyrlings. Who knew? But what better way to familiarize Candidates with their possible future weyrs than having them clean them out! Somehow, Cetalese didn't feel that was the real reasoning behind assigning her to the task, but they had promised she wouldn't be alone for long. She wasn't too bothered, though. Cleaning a weyr was much the same as cleaning at home-- only there was more space to clean. She lifted a hand to wipe a drop of water off of her face, only to smear it across her forehead. She sighed and shook her head, then opted to ignore it, only wishing she had had warning so she could have brought a hair tie. Her curly locks were becoming tedious when she had to get down and scrub floors. The last thing Cetalese needed was to dip her hair into a bucket of dirty water-- even if it was a new bucket of dirty water.

The brush chafed the floor, the only sound aside from the odd loud breath from Cetalese. Manual labor. Nothing new to the Holdborn. Ceta smiled at the thought and dipped the brush back into the water. She wasn't really one to complain when something needed doing and she was called for the task. Or one to complain... in general. Apparently. Her lips got pouty for a moment while no one was around to see, then her face smoothed over again and she focused on getting the work done as quickly as she could without risking thoroughness. This was, after all, only the first weyr they wanted her to help clean. No time for dilly-dallying if she expected to do anything else with her day-- not that keeping her hands busy was a waste of time. Just... it wasn't too overcast out, it would be nice to have a bit of time alone outside before it got dark.

After all, who would they send? Another Candidate? Drudges? Probably drudges, and although Ceta had nothing against them, they didn't have her desire to finish quickly. Once they had finished one task it was on to another; not exactly the key to finishing the work in a timely fashion, was it?

The Dragonhealer bowed slightly at the girl - Cetalese - I'll have to remember that. She's obviously a Candidate too, by the looks of it... - and the man who had just walked in, who he also took to be a Candidate. And much better to show for it. His name's Amishan... Better remember that, too! He regained his breath quickly and walked in to the space of the room, careful not to slip. "I'm Soril," he said, smiling as he bent to the bucket, showing the brush he had brought along to Ceta. "I made sure to grab one on my way here - didn't expect you to carry more than one up." His tone held his smile in it, but it quickly faded away as he dunked the brush and took some soap sand, moving to a far wall to start scrubbing.

"We could be doing worse things than cleaning a weyr," Soril said complacently, now over the sound of bristle against rock. "I'd rather do this than, say... run trays of food all over the Weyr." Clearly, Soril and a lot of physical activity - though it was mostly running that bothered him - were not best friends.

Cetalese stopped the scrubbing she had restarted once Amishan had taken the brush from her and looked to him. "I only did part of the floor over there. The walls over here, where the floor is wet, are already done. We can finish the walls first though. It would give them time to dry."

Her opinion on work she kept to herself. A job was a job and if she was the one up to do it, so she was. Still, she didn't want to offend either of them, so it was best to keep it to herself. She stood and carried the bucket over to the wall Amishan was working on and turned her attention to the walls, falling silent. It didn't stay quiet for long, though. He did like to talk! And so the silence was filled with words careening after one another and into Cetalese's ears. She stayed quiet for a moment after he inquired after her and Soril, focusing on finishing her strip of wall first and then answering as she moved over again, working her way towards Amishan.

"I come from Tillek." Another dip into the bucket and back to the sound of scraping on the walls. "I never took a Craft. At most I learned Holdcraft to help my family, and I watched my siblings mostly."

She pushed her thick hair out of the way again and smiled at them quickly, even if they didn't look up to catch it. "And then a few sevendays ago I was Searched so that I could clean this weyr with the two of you."

"Makes it that much more exciting," he replied to Amishan with a grin as he finished the wall he was scrubbing, "since we all have completely different stories to tell." He watched the girl come over to the floor near his wall, and made a note that she would be an easy face to remember - certainly pretty enough, and not particularly "usual" so that his bad memory would have trouble remembering it, especially in a crowd.

Ceta had a good point. Amishan and himself had had lives already before they were brought to the Weyr. In a way, their Candidacies were interruptions of their live plans... Though I can't say that I look at it like that. I'm a Dragonhealer -because- of my Candidacy... I don't know what I would have specialized in otherwise, if at all. I can't think that there's anything else I would have rather had happen to me. He moved to the floor right near Cetalese as he scrubbed. "Yes," he said flatly, louder than he had intended, and much more sharply than it needed to be. "I stand affected to dragons, and leaving here isn't really an option any more." Now he lifted his head slightly, and looked at Amishan. "How about you? I'm sure there's plenty of Harper work all over. Will you stay if you don't Impress?"

She ducked her head at Amishan's comments, keeping her eyes on her work. The corners of her mouth pulled in a small smile. "You aren't silly, no." She glanced up as he answered her question, but hardly paused. If she kept stopping to talk they'd never get anything finished, and then the boys might blame her for holding them up. Neither of them seemed to be of that temperament though.

Cetalese nodded at their responses and let her arms follow the steady rhythm of scrubbing, dipping, and scrubbing again, shifting backwards as needed. "If we all take a section and back towards the door, we could finish the room fairly quickly. Whoever's stuck in the corner there can step outside first and one person can finish the dry path we'll leave for us to get out. Like we did with the walls, except backwards instead of sideways."

A distant dragon bellow shivered through Ceta, but she didn't mind. She was delighted to be at the Weyr. Someday soon, she hoped, someday soon there would be a dragon for her to share it with. Or at least a firelizard. It seemed like all dragonriders had firelizards, and even a fair few Hold folk had Impressed wild ones or eggs they'd discovered by sheer chance from firelizards that had strayed from one of the Weyrs. Ceta imagined that Ista and other seaside Holds probably had far greater chances to discover the lovely little creatures.

"You said you had firelizards?" One or two were reasonable, maybe even three, but Ceta couldn't imagine having a small fair of them. Who would want that many mouths to feed, or that many little attention-seeking bodies in the way? One or two you could love and devote as much attention to as they wanted. Amishan was lucky in that regard. It seemed he had gotten just the right number!