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 Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 12:55 pm
Canoake was not pleased. To say the least. Something was going on and she was doing her shardit hardest to figure out what it was and why it was going on. First the mass of healers heading to the tropical south and that strange weyr, Malvren. Then dragon riders going back and forth between. Then just a couple sevendays ago the death of one of their precious crimsons and a Hatching. Oh yes, something was definitely up in Benden and she was going to do her best to be there when it happened. If not in the middle of it, then in the foreground to profit from it some way, somehow.
And that bronze rider! She had known him in passing but other than that... Any rider who caused the death of another dragon and/or rider would forever be marked. Shrugging, Canoake really see the big deal except for the fact that the red dragon, crimson was such a fancy word, had a clutch on the sands. Speaking of which, the Senior Gold should be taking Flight soon.
Yawning, she thought about what her next move would be and the first would be to get some klah and try to catch some information that might be handy. No better place than the lower caverns. Nodding to herself, Canoake did a once over to make sure she looked "appropriate" and adjusted her favorite headband. Now, to get out there and do her thing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 3:57 am
Sileny was in the kitchen, as usual. It was her favorite place to work as part of her candidate chores, and she was pretty good at it. It wasn't brewing or distilling, but it did require an exacting standard of cleanliness that she could approve of as well as the fun of mixing ingredients to produce a better whole. She enjoyed that as well, though it wasn't at all the same as vintnercraft.
She looked up from her pot stirring at the sound of footsteps. It might have seemed unusual that she should be able to pick out the sound of footsteps among the myriad other sounds in the kitchen, but Sileny had sharp ears and sharp eyes. She would not have needed either, however, to pick out the newest arrival.
It was that young woman, a weyrbrat by birth. The one who thought so well of herself. Every so often, seeing her around the Weyr, behaving as though she was a gold dragon herself, Sileny wanted to find some excuse to take her down a peg or two, but the fact was that there was very little about the girl - Canoe or something silly like that - to legitimately criticise. Even minute details did not seem to escape the grown-up weyrbrat's attention.
Sil went back to stirring the porridge, trying to decide whether she would get in trouble for adding some seasoning. Usually it wasn't done, simply because the pot she was working on was for general breakfast, rather than for one specific person, and the Weyr couldn't afford to season porridge for that many people. But it bothered Sil to turn out creations which weren't flavorful and delicious, even if it was only food, and not something important, like wine.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:15 pm
Canoake took everything in the moment she walked into the kitchens. It was a survival skill acquired from being a brat; to know one's territory was to have an advantage in it. There were very few people there and one girl in particular caught her eye. Ah yes, this girl was in her Candidate classes. Something that had started up again since the Senior Gold was due to rise soon. This girl was not from Benden, a crafter of sorts. Sillie or something absurd like that. Seleny? Sileny!
Canoake made a point to know those who might be helpful or be rivals, those to move out of her way on the climb up the Weyr ladder of power.
But!
Her stomach lightly rumbled. The porridge smelled wonderful. Normally, it was there to fill the belly and provide warmth to chase away the morning chill. And the smell of klah proved even more alluring. Which meant pleasantries. Which was fine with her, Canoake could pull the nice act when needed. "Morning. Are you responsible for the wonderful smells coming out to of the kitchen? If you are, may I ask for a sample of your wares?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:39 pm
Although pot-stirring was hardly an exciting, all-consuming task, Sileny had devoted herself to doing it well. She did not let her hand still, for that would allow the porridge to burn or suffer in other ways relating to texture and taste. She did, however, favor the newcomer with her signature scowl and inform her, "I'm no more responsible for it than I am responsible for what vintage of wine is served with dinner."
If anyone had asked her about the subject, she would have told them that the two were actually related. Sileny felt that she ought to be consulted about wines, since she had been an apprentice vintner before being Searched, and would obviously know more about it than any of the kitchen workers. She also felt that she should be allowed to actually add ingredients to the foods she was left to tend, rather than simply tending them until they looked done and then calling over a regular kitchen worker to confirm what she already knew.
"And you may ask all you want, but I may not give you any. Breakfast will be served shortly. Or are you simply too important to wait?"
Something, perhaps the way the girl said "may" instead of "can," irked Sileny. It made her sound like she thought she was superior, and was trying to distinguish herself in speech as well as in appearance. Sil was not impressed, and she was not having any of it. She had decided that this Canoe girl was one of those maddening creatures who had to constantly be the center of attention. One of those creatures who Sil loved to show the error of their egomaniacal ways.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:49 am
Canoake's eyes narrowed at the girl's tone of voice. A smart a** this one was and she could tell there might be trouble. But trouble was no good for someone like her who made sure that her self didn't stink. A scowl marked the face that might otherwise be pretty as Canoake studied the rest of the stranger's face. They were the same height but Canoake's body showed a bit more curve than the other girl's figure. Not someone she could charm or possibly make friends with but an alliance might be possible.
She snorted. An unladylike action but one that suited her needs as she took a seat near enough so she wouldn't have to shout but far enough that no porridge or anything else unpleasant could get on her clothing. Eyes intent of the girl, she waited for one of the slower drudges to bring around the klah pitcher and cups. "Well, you may not give me any which means I could ask another person once breakfast is officially served. And since I will not turn to dust while waiting nor do I hold rank cords on my shoulder, I suppose I am just as important as you are..."
Her eyes narrowed wondering if the girl would catch the implication that at this very moment, in the grand scheme of things, neither of them meant squat to the weyr except as bodies to be fed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:36 pm
Sil fixed Canoe with a hard stare. She got the feeling she was being subtly mocked, and as someone whose grasp of subtlety was weak at best she did not appreciate it. She set her jaw into a stubborn line and continued to stir.
"It would certainly be interesting if you did turn to dust while waiting, but I can't see how it would make you any more important or likely to be served first. Shells, I can think of a few people who would deny you food just to watch you disintegrate." Herself among them.
Yes. There was definitely some sort of implied slight or insult in what Canoe had said. There was no other way to interpret that last phrase, about their relative importance. Sileny had no illusions about her worth in the Weyr. As a candidate, she was fodder. She was unimportant and beneath the official notice of anyone unless she made too many people cry in a given time period. Honestly! It wasn't her fault they couldn't handle the truth.
"Your name isn't really Canoe is it? I keep thinking it is, but then I think that only really stupid parents would name their child for a kind of boat, and I guess I'm hoping your parents aren't stupid."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:08 pm
"I don't know, I mean what kind of name is Silly? Who would think about naming a child, especially one who is supposed to be a girl, something like that? My name is Canoake. Ca-noa-kay." She smirked.
Smoothing her skirt, she took a sip from her cup and waited. She knew that neither of them were currently high up in the weyr ladder and she also knew that she would not starve nor turn to dust any time soon. But Canoake did not back down from any challenge issued, whatsoever and she was determined to come out the winner of this battle of wits.
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