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Imirin was just making his way down for a late snack when he saw the bronzerider exit the kitchen doors. Inside he grumbled to himself, but outside, and to all appearances, he smiled a welcome to the rider. "Up kinna late there, aren't ya?"

C'tari jumped a little, and was more than surprised to be addressed. Not up late, I'd say eary. He winked at Imurin. Say, I don't think we've met, I'm C'tari, and you would be?

Ahhh.. we have met. I remember you now. I purchased some new riding knots and a bowl. I've been meaning to get more, but well, I'll have to wait until I can gather a few more marks.

Imirin tilted his head, moving his earings away from Flute's inquisitive and all-too-eager trilling, and shrugged his shoulder, trying to bounce the little gold off. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else?" Blue eyes simply blinked at him, and the flitt adopted a haughty expression to which Imirin rolled his eyes. "C'mon, you midget dragon. Off ya go." And with that, smooth as silk, he dipped his shoulder and knocked the gold off.

Flute squawked at him angrily and swopped towrds his head, but he ducked with a rueful and annoyed smile and managed to scoot into the kitchen, shutting the heavy door behind him. "Damn pests." Another squawk made him wince and he felt something bounce off his head before he saw the little gold disappear between. Apparently he'd forgetten about that little trick.

With a muted grumble he bent to pick up the item she'd dropped, finding it to be one of his earrings. "Wha-!" His hand found one gold one still attached to his ear, but the other...when had she had the time?

"Stupid useless fluttering lizards..." He grumbled, stomping over to a potrack and finding an appropriatly reflective pan to use as a mirror with which he could put his earring back in. His mutterings continued, unmindful of the drudges, since none would likely have enough marks to be his customers.

Nestren hummed happily to himself as he managed one of the kitchen fires off to the sidef the room. He had heard that the Hatching would be taking place soon and he wanted to get his new recipe for spicing meat. On one of his trips to the forest, he had found a funny looking root. Not knowing and always being curious, Nestren had tasted it slowly...luckily, the root was not poisonous.

However, it was very spicy!

Stopping his song for a moment and grinning, the youth remember how he ran looking for water. But, that was then. Now was the time to mix it just right with other herbs and roots so that the taste roasted into the meat. The thought of food and hunger made him involuntarily glance towards the Hatching Grounds. As far as he remembered, none of his kin had ever been accepted as a Candidate for the grounds, giving him one-up on his older siblings. Not that that really meant anything. Nestren had not expected anything more than to be married off to some random hold girl and help his family's lands grow.

Thank the dragon who needed to stop and hunt!

Sipping at the broth a little, the youth once again took up his humming in hopes that his creation would turn out just right!

Nestren watched as the riders and weyrfolk eat his meal heartily. He was tired and the whole kitchens had been buzzing about the upcoming hatching. He was so happily settled into the weyr and into learning his trade, that sometimes he forgot that he was also a candidate. Heading back to the candidate rooms, Nestren hummed to himself.

N'tren? N'stren? N'ren? There were several different ways to shorten his name. It would be exiciting if he Impressed...and if not, he could always a weyrwoman or the weyrleader for a chance to get a firelizard. Nestren continued on his walk, wondering if anyone else would be back in the rooms.

Nestren accidently hit someone on the way out of the kitchens. Turning back, he noticed it was one of the Candiates. Giving a slight bow and a quick smile, the boy spoken rather quickly. "Sorry, I guess my meal was a success. Everyone wants a taste...Tell them Nestren saved you a piece if you want to make sure to get some of the roast. If not, there's soup."

And with that he continued on his way.

Deika panted, reaching the kitchen door. She'd been walking for who knows how long and had finally made it to the Weyr. Parched, she had asked a passing drudge for directions to the kitchen. Following a crazed path that almost made no sense, she finally found what she was looking for. The only question was, was it self-serve, or did she have to find someone to serve for her?

"hello? is anyone here?" She asked, entering the large kitchen area.