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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:58 pm
Jessan sat at the Candidates table spooning plenty of sweetner into his klah and oatmeal. He could almost hear his mother nagging him about his teeth falling out by the time he was twenty-five turns. He listened to the Candidate Master call out the assignments for the day; as usual, he was given one of two tasks. Either help butcher down meat for the new weyrlings and for the folk of Ista Weyr or be made to go handle the herds. Occasionally, he got a break from the norm and had something like kitchen duty or checking the glows. He had just been Searched and made it time to stand the grounds for the first clutch but didn't Impress. Not that he had taken it poorly. If it was meant to be, it would happen. He had a couple of turns and if he didn't Impress, he could always go back to being a herder. Looking up, he nodded as a female harper sat down next to him. He didn't know her actual name but knew it started with a Q.
"Hey there! What's your task for the day?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 8:38 pm
Mirea looked up and down the tables and spotted another candidate sitting, previously alone, now with someone else approaching. Why not start making friends?. She thought to herself. She stood for a moment to watch the boy spoon sweet into his klah. Maybe this was some indication of his personality? She shook her head, then, gripping her tray of food, made her way to the table. She waited until the other candidate sat down before inching up. "Mind if I sit?" She asked quietly, worried she might be intruding, or interrupting. She absently picked at her thumbnail with her first finger as she nervously waited for a response.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:08 pm
Quinnel was not especially hungry, yet she made her way to the eating tables regardless. When it came to assignment tasks Quinnel was lucky, often avoiding tasks she wasn’t especially fond of. Truth was, only part of it was luck: it was quickly discovered that there were some tasks at which Quinnel was a hazard. Normally she was assigned kitchen duty and simply kept away from the knives, which suited her just fine. Today was yet another day in the kitchens.
Hearing someone talking, Quinnel turned to see someone talking to her. Not a unusual experience, but still one she was used to.
“ Task? Mm, kitchens as usual. Not that I mind, but I don’t know why: they don’t let me handle knives or actually cook anything…”
Trailing off, she swiveled around when she heard a new voice, huffing in annoyance when some of her hair flopped into her face. Shoving it behind her ear, she eyed the new arrival.
“ Yeah, sure, sit; it’s not saved or anything.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 9:39 am
Jessan gave the newcomer a welcoming wave and a grin. He definitely had not seen her around before. Not that he was good with faces but he was pretty sure he would have noticed her. Of course, with the right type of incentive he could notice anyone. Turning back to the other girl, he nodded.
"Kitchens, huh? I got butchering duty today so we may see each other through out the day. I'm Jessan, by the way. I saw you at the Hatching and I heard you playing. You sound pretty good." A compliment. He was loose with them. If they stuck around long enough, they would realize that.
Turning back to the other girl, he pushed the pitcher of klah and bowl of sweetner her way. "And you? What wonderous task have you been given this fair day?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:19 am
Zara, bowl of steaming-hot oatmeal in hand, approached the table where some of the other Candidates were discussing the morning. With a slight nod to them, she quietly sat down at the table. She didn't ask to join them--not out of rudeness, but simply because it didn't occur to her that they wouldn't want her around. It wasn't like she got into anyone's business like Nan, or...well, Nan was a pretty good example in her mind. A veritable fount of rumors and 'information,' that one. "Morning...pass the klah n' sweet, please?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 11:29 am
Mirea smiled outwardly but cursed herself privately. Why had she asked to sit down? They must think her a fool. She shook her head a bit and sat a bit apart from the other two, to make conversation easier. She took a huge spoonful of oatmeal and nibbled as she listened to Jessan talk. She was about to respond to his question when she saw Zara sitting down. Happy for an excuse not to talk she smiled at the new addition to the table. Absently she pulled a knee to her chest and sipped her klah while she watched the other three.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 8:08 pm
If Jessan were the preening type, and shards he was, he would have been grinning from ear to ear. Which he was. Seeing that the quieter of the two had no interest in the klah and sweetner, he moved it over to the third newcomer of the table. "Here you go! And hopefully, the morning will be pleasant for all. The sun is shining, the dragons are flying..."
Too cheery for most morning people. Jessan allowed himself to trail off and then diverted his attention back towards his food. It was a good day to be alive as far as he was concerned. To be in the weyr as a Candidate surrounded by girls. Now all he needed was a cute boy or two and he would almost be living his fantasy. Not that he would admit it. Of course not! He was a simple Herder.
"We got one for kitchen duty, one to butchering and what ominous task are you stuck with, m'dear?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:48 pm
Quinnel was silent for a while, glancing at the other available seats. She knew that her aversion to unfamiliar people was impractical – how could she get to know people if she avoided them? At last she decided that she would remain in her seat and attempt to be sociable; attempt being the key word.
Turning back to the boy to give a belated response to his compliment, it finally registered in Quinnel’s mind that he was not exactly bad looking. His face was pleasant to look at, actually, and she wondered if she’d remember it; her memory was fickle about such things.
“ I am glad you thought my playing was passable. Should I fail to charm a Hatchling with my music I suppose I shall resort to trying to charm humans.”
There. A crack at humor was sociable, was it not? Of course, Quinnel wasn’t certain what others found humorous, so she would be content if her remark was met with something other then awkward silence. She would also be content if she could appease the niggling feeling in the back of her head, telling her that she had forgotten something.
“ Oh yes, my name; I’m Quinnel.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 9:29 pm
"Thank you very much," Pouring a bit of klah as well and spooning sweet into both klah and oats, Zara couldn't help but smile a little at Jessan's good cheer. Honestly, she hoped he was one of the ones to Impress--it'd be a shame for the Weyr to lose such a nice fellow. "I'll probably pick weed again, since I'm helping the Healers." The skinny Candidate grimaced at this. Sure, it was an important task, but numbweed wasn't a pleasant plant to deal with by any means. The sap could sting and blister, and smell when you boiled it down...reeked.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:09 pm
Davian stood surrounded by eating tables a large helping of oatmeal and klah on his tray. He was thinking about his assignment for the day, being a message runner, and how hungry he was going to be by the next time he ate. Running around the Weyr built up an appetite after all. He shook his head a couple pieces of hair falling out of his ponytail to frame his face. Right now he needed to find a place to sit and eat, not just stand around thinking about it.
Glancing around the room he spotted a table with several pretty girls and one guy. Grinning to himself he headed in that direction, it didn't matter that most of the people at the table looked to be older than him, he looked older than he was being six feet tall and all. Not to mention his charm and good looks. He chuckled at that thought as he reached their table. "Hey, mind if I sit?" Without waiting for an answer he slid in next to one of the girls and across from the boy. "I'm Davian." He hadn't seen any of the other Candidates before, but that wasn't surprising he wasn't at the most recent hatching because he was taking care of Davril who had gotten sick.
Reaching out he snagged the sweetener once the Healer girl was done using it. He spooned a big spoonful each into the oatmeal and klah stirring it around a bit. He glanced at everyone sitting around the table and easy smile on his face. Seeing the grimace on the Healer girl's face he chuckled. "Suddenly I'm glad I got stuck with message running."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:07 am
Mirea held the smile on her face. These candidates were fascinating, and the people she would be spending the rest of her life with... that is, if she impressed.... She dwindled a moment on the possibility that she wouldn't then mentally shook it from her mind. She listened to them complain about their duties. She personally was thrilled to be doing the chore she was given. Copying records and charts, on account of her artisan craft, was her favorite thing to do. It kept her hands in working order and kept her in practice, something she was desperately lacking since coming to the Weyr. Mirea was snapped out of her thoughts by what Quinnel was saying. She giggled at the girl's remark about charming humans.
"I'm Mirea." She said in response to Quinnel's introduction, since it seemed no one else was going to respond. She made a face as Zara mentioned picking the main ingredient for the most foul concoction known.
She was about to ask more about the numbweed when another candidate sat down near her. He was young, she could tell, but he was handsome, and tall! She was shocked by how tall he was, especially since he look at least 2 turns younger then herself. She almost repeated her name for his sake when she noticed he wasn't talking to her. Just as well, since she preferred to watch anyway. Her eyes danced as she watched the scene before her. Let them think she was odd, this was fun!
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 7:40 pm
"Greetings there! Davian, Mirea, and Quinnel. And now, stranger," he looked over at the girl who mentioned that she would be numbweed plucking, "You are the last nameless person here."
Munching on a ripe redfruit, Jessan was doing his best not to dribble juice down his chin and on his clothes. He loved people in all shapes and sizes. And the boy who had start down with them was at least six feet tall. He should know, he stood close to six foot himself. Turning to Davian, Jessan remembered something. "Hey didn't a runner girl Impress at the last clutch. Maybe that is a good sign for you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:06 pm
Faint surprise colored Zara's expression, but it faded quickly. Ista did have a lot of people, after all...not even the gossips could claim to know everyone. "Zara of Ista Weyr," she replied, taking a sip of her klah. Savoring the spicy-sweet taste, she let her eyes roam over those seated at the table. She didn't know all of them, but she recognized a few. Most, if not all, were younger than her. The realization drove home the fact that if she didn't Impress...she'd lose the company of people such as these, even if temporarily. The thought made her stomach twist.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 8:58 am
“ Nice to meet you all.” Muttered Quinnel distractedly, nabbing a nearby fruit. She was trying to get along with others, really she was, but starting a random, pointless conversation did not appeal to her. Thinking hard, she tried to come up with a topic that she could tolerate. Inspiration struck, making Quinnel’s eyes light up as she straightened slightly in her seat.
“ What do you all think of that smaller clutch that’s still on the sands?”
{{According to the description this current clutch was there at the same time as the last clutch, so... yeah. If y'all would rather not involve the new clutch in this Rp I can edit my post.}}
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 2:48 pm
((I'm fine with it. biggrin ))
Zara tapped her lips with a finger thoughtfully, pondering the question. "Well, it's not a very big clutch, but with the other one having been on the sands it's not such a big deal. Mostly blues and greens, I think...maybe a brown or two. Wouldn't bet on any bronzes, though those eggs can sure surprise you given half a chance." She shrugged and took another sip of her klah. "I rather like the bluey-orange egg's looks, but the shell doesn't make the dragon." Quite calmly she turned her attention back to her oatmeal, hoping to get some of it eaten before it cooled too much. It wasn't that she didn't care about the clutch, not at all. She'd just heard this same speculation over what the eggs each clutch, and it never did any good. Not even the best at guessing clutches could predict them all.
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