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Oh shaff, they were late. Well, Rocellia was late. Her companion she doubted anyone would think twice about. She'd been placed the archives for her chore and it had dragged. For a long time. Still, she'd had to stay until everything was organised and in its rightful place. Yet every time a new set of scrolls was handed to her for her to find where they belonged the candidate had to restrain herself from letting out an obvious and audible groan. Why had she been shut in that musty room? Surely there were beastcraft things she could be doing? She'd have taken mucking out the feed pens over the endless stream of pointless information that meant nothing to her.

Thankfully at last she was released from her dusty, depressing, confines and allowed once more into the land of the interesting. At which point she had realised she was late for lunch, which meant all the good things would be gone if she didn't hurry, which was a most upsetting idea for the beastcraft apprentice, turned candidate. Which is why she ran. Darting through the halls toward the dining hall, dodging riders and weyrfolk alike in pursuit of something acceptable to eat. Not that the Weyr ever served the inedible, unlike some places she had been.

Reaching the hall she glanced around the door, slipping inside and jumping down at a random table. Hopefully nobody who cared would notice she was late, betraying her slow work at her chore. Her companion quickly skittered along beside her, vanishing under the table and positioning himself between his master's feet. Rocellia looked around, finally she realising that she wasn't alone. "Y'alrigh'?" She had no problem with company so her smile came naturally and easily. Well, he was a looker, wasn't he?

Oh, he was one of those, was he? The kind to grin and offer a compliment from the very start. Like she hadn't come across those before. Yet her smile stayed on regardless, she didn't mind the kind that flirted. It took all kinds and as long as they weren't the type to get offended when she didn't return their flirting, then she had no quarrel with them at all. Besides, her fellow candidate could easily be a nice person regardless of his initial wording. "Yeah, I'm new. Only been here a few sevenday." She'd adapted to the Weyr way of life relatively easy. Her craft included a lot of early starts, so that one was easy, a few ways that people acting were different for her though. Rank seemed far looser and less of an important matter here. It was strange and Rocellia had to wonder how they kept everyone in check.

"Beastcraft, 'riginally High Reaches though." The girl had no problem with sharing her background, there was nothing in it that she was ashamed of. Rocellia was proud to be a beastcrafter and it showed in the subtle way she shifted at the mention of it. She sat up straighter, seemed a bit brighter. The candidate had adored her craft, but she'd been drawn to the Weyr by a new and very interesting animal. Though some might not appreciate her calling a dragon an animal.

As for enjoying herself, Rocellia gave a roll of her shoulders. "S'alright. Bit different not learning my craft." By different she meant boring. It was boring. Rocellia had no interest in complex ranks, appropriate rider etiquette and how to tie knots that showed who you were. The bits about how dragon's worked was interesting, but the rest not so much. "Then there's going from raising herdbeast to seein' 'em torn up." It was a dark comment to say so offhand. Rocellia wasn't disturbed by the concept, but it was strange to suddenly change her focus on what the beasts were used for.

"How 'bout you? How long you been 'ere?" Rocellia leaned forward and rested her elbow on the table, planting her chin on the heel of her palm. Might be interesting to know how this candidate was fairing.

(Sorry this is so late sweatdrop )

The new candidate shrugged leisurely. "Ah, can't settle near anywhere, me." It was true too, adjusting never seemed much of an issue for Rocellia. What was the point of worrying about where you were in relation to where you had been? It didn't make you any closer to the place you left by being upset your routine changed. Not that the candidate routine was all that different from a beastcraft apprentice's. She was surprised though to hear that it took half a turn for others. What about the Weyr made it that difficult for them? It was nigh impossible to be lonely there with all the people and the routine made everything organised.

"That's a bit odd." Rocellia frowned slightly at the idea of dragons impressing people who weren't ready. Wasn't that dangerous? To put someone not even used to their environment on the back of a giant, flying, fire breathing, animal. Like putting a child on the back of a nervous runner. Someone's gonna get hurt. Oh, and there was another compliment. Was that two or three now?

Another shrug rolled through her form. "It's not too bad. Sure there's less focus on my craft, but one place is just as good as the other. There's still parts of my craft here." Well, wasn't he getting very poetic about it? Then again, when you were used to grunts and 'oi's being the main trend of conversation most things ended up sounding poetic.

Next compliment. It was like the other candidate was a fountain for those. Rocellia wasn't used to receiving compliments, but she wasn't the type to get all shy and coy about them either. The mention of visiting the runners had her interests perked. "Can we do that?" Were they actually allowed to just go there without saying anything? She'd been there since arriving, but any time was a welcome addition to her day. Rocellia also moved to stand, her small companion once again slipping out from under the table. Of course he knew the stables. He was being made to live there after all.