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 Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:11 pm
Ollen leaned over to touch her toes and stretch her back out, her day had been very long and it was not over yet. Straightening herself she resumed sweeping inside of the dining hall. Being a candidate wasn't much different than being an apprentice, except you can't walk the tables and theirs no guarantee you will ever be a rider. But, for the most part it was all mundane work that someone tells you to do, and you do without question, like being an apprentice.
Straigtening out a chair Ollen took a peek around to see if anyone was watching and sat in it. Yawning and stretching Ollen wondered when she would be allowed to get to bed, hopefully once she and a few others were done in the hall.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 4:04 pm
Though he was exhausted, Selachii was feeling better than he had in a long, long time. As he slouched into his own chair, he drew a deep, satisfied sigh, and hugged his broom to him lazily as he absently rubbed a callused thumb along the wood pole that made the broom's shaft. He much preferred this, he thought, to sitting and bursting with energy but being unable to do anything about it at a loom. And the masters always wanted to fuss at someone who wanted to talk...
... though it had been across the room...
"Hey there," greeted Sela, offering conversation while he pulled his hair up and off his neck to cool it a bit.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 4:37 pm
Ollen looked up at boy who addressed her and nodded, another candidate? They must be everywhere! The drudges must be having a wonderful vacation. "Long day," she nearly grunted, small brown eyes narrowing at the stranger.
This place was strange, people were always interesting, they had stories to tell, just like her shipfish stories. But, she couldn't help but be wary, the men she sailed with made her that way. She felt she could handle anything, but the Weyr made her feel a bit uneasy about her confidence.
"I'm Ollen, what's yer name?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:28 pm
"My name's Selachii," he said with a pleased grin, "but friends call me Sela... 's nice to meet you, Ollen. I assume you're a candidate, too?" Standing up, he moved to plop down a little closer, keeping a respectful distance, though.
"Well, and of course, since you're down here breaking your back with the rest of us," he answered his own question with a sheepish grin. "How're you holding up...?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 1:44 am
Ollen bristled at the sentiment, what just because I'm a girl he thinks I can't hold up? I've dealt with worse. She stood leaning on her broom her brow wrinkled and she clenched her teeth together.
"I am a candidate, and I can hold my own," she grunted. She felt irritable, didn't like to be insulted with a male thinking she was weak.
"Selachii," she paused, "Have you been in the Weyr a long time?" her expression softened and she turned towards him. "Have you stood on the sands?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 11:11 am
Sela's eyes widened in an almost comical expression of distress. Half-shocked, his mouth rounded as if to say something as he saw her features twist into annoyance, and he lifted his eyes to her. He hadn't meant to annoy her, only to make friendly conversation, why was she so... prickly?
But when she turned to him, he sighed a bit, smiling awkwardly and rubbing a dusty hand across his forehead, griming it a bit, but answering honestly. "Honestly, I've been here no more than a sevenday," Selachii said quietly, and he gave a small, slightly sheepish, faintly troubled laugh. "I've never even put a toe on the sands, been too busy keeping my hands dirty and my nose clean and trying to figure this business out, that's all."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 8:00 pm
Ollen nodded, he seemed alright but she wasn't letting her guard down. He at least was working, there were some who were slackers and she did not have any respect for them.
"I hear one of the Golds is ready to clutch at any moment," she glanced around the dining hall, "I cannot wait to see my first hatching! I have only been here a few sevendays, but it feels like longer." She'd been thinking about Isonth and how kind and funny the green had been, and how wonderful it would be to have a partner in everything just like La had.
"Have you been given latrine duties, yet?" she chuckled, trying to make light conversation.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 3:37 am
"I'm a little nervous, I have to admit," Selachii said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. It rumpled his hair, sticking it to the sweat at the nape of his neck. "I can't imagine what it'd be like or anything. I hear it can be pretty violent, but it looks like I'm gonna get a chance to see if pretty soon, huh?" He flashes a broad grin, pleased.
But at the mention of latrine duty, his nose scrunched. "Not yet. I imagine it's coming, though... the first time I get in trouble, no doubt..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:43 pm
"I'm more excited than nervous," she shrugged. She'd heard of the violence in the last hatching and how hatchlings did not intentionally harm anyone, they were just so hungry and bumbly they did not realize it.
"It's not so bad, try to stay out of trouble, and hope some dimglow doesn't get then entire population of candidates in trouble," She chuckled.
"Where are you from? Are you used to the heat?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:33 pm
"Well, I don't believe what some of the holders say, that the dragons will hurt a person on purpose," Sela said with a shrug, shaking his head with a little laugh. "So there's less fear than perhaps there should be, so I'm hopeful. I won't be worried, though, if I get a couple of interesting new scars." He gave a surprisingly broad grin, and snorted. "I only get into trouble if someone is being a wherry-brained idiot and picking on other people, or me."
Kicking back a little bit to catch his breath, Sela shrugged and gave a merry grin. "I'm from Southern Boll, so yeah, I'm pretty used to the heat. I like it. It's a little bit wetter here than there, but we're closer to the ocean, so there's that. Swimming's much easier!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:38 am
"If anyone gives you trouble we'll give them trouble right back," She answered, Sela seemed alright. She hadn't meant to jump on him the moment he spoke to her, it wasn't fair of her to be so judgment.
"I've been around Southern Boll before, I spent sometime in Tillek and around the coast." using the back of her hand she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"I'm from Ista though, I've always love this island," she answered focusing on the area around them.
"Hey I think were done here, want to grab a drink from the kitchen?" maybe they have some of that citrus juice around, Ollen really enjoyed the tangy flavor.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 2:36 am
A winning smile crossed Sela's lips, and the boy beamed at Ollen, appreciative of her support. "Thank you, Ollen," he half-crowed, happy. Finally, he'd made a friend! "I knew this was the best place to be, when I came here. It just takes meeting some people." Pulling up his shift, Sela wiped perspiration from his temples and fluffed air underneath the cloth, to cool the sweat on his skin.
"That sounds good," Sela said, nodding. "I'm so thirsty I could drink a lake!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 12:34 pm
Ollen propped her broom against a table and led the way down the corridor that led to the kitchen. She felt it was too late for klah, it would only keep her up and she needed all the sleep she could get with the chores she was doing.
"I hope that this is where I am supposed to be, I have been so busy it is hard to make friends.." and even then I feel like I am always being rude, she left that part off though.
She pulled the damn cloth of her tunic away from her body trying to get air to her skin. Scanning the area she found a pitcher of fruit juice, although it seemed warm and left behind. She looked to one of the kitchen staff to see if it was alright that they take a glass and was relieved when the woman said it was fine.
"This alright?" She held up the pitcher, probably left over from the nights meal.
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