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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:26 pm
To the naked eye, Rieta was just another candidate, involved in one of the many mindless tasks that rained down on candidates from above. It seemed some thought the queen clutched just to provide a fresh and ready workforce for the Weyr. After all, Rieta was, at current, cleaning the tables in the dining hall. She was doing so with a practiced hand and the single-minded devotion that work tasks often brought out of her.
And that was fine.
Except, of course, that Rieta was not, in fact, under orders. No, Rieta's mind was full of dragon eggs and crowded candidate quarters and the heavy weight of expectation that hadn't even occurred to her until she'd finally made her way to the kitchens to tell her father that she was back, that she had been searched. And he had noticed. And he had been happy. And he'd never done that before.
She'd panicked. And a panicked Rieta was a Rieta that returned to familiar, safe tasks. Tasks she'd known all her life. Cleaning tables in the dining hall, for example. And so she did, with the sort of devotion and affection that tables did not really deserve. She whistled and cleaned, and seemed for all the world the happiest girl in the dining hall. Had she Impressed the table, she could not have shown it more affection.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:39 pm
Jarvi had never seen someone work that hard. Sure, his siblings and he had many chores throughout their travels, but none of them were done with the gusto of the older girl in front of him. In fact, the young, beautiful boy had been on his way to sit down and eat, plate and mug in hand, when he'd been distracted by the affectionate way Rieta wiped down tables.
His honey voice was amused, complimentary as he finally spoke, slanted eyes warm. "You make cleaning an art, Miss." Shaking his head, the Candidate seemed content to watch for another moment.
"I'm Jarvi, a Candidate. Are you one as well?" They seemed to be all over the place, nowadays.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:34 pm
"Rieta, and yes, I would be here as a guest of the eggs." Rieta had a warm voice, friendly and just a bit too loud to be comfortable in an indoor setting. She spoke like someone who was used to address groups, or people standing a distance away. A flourishing swipe, and she took a step away from the table, smiling. "Sit yourself down then, Jarvi. You've got your hands full. And I've got it," and she smiled in a way that said she found herself incredibly amusing, "clean enough to eat off of!"
Her laugh was a hearty hahaha, and she thumped the table in emphasis, then sat down to illustrate the appropriate approach to her now clean table. "Well then, I don't remember you from my days as weyrbrat, but I could be wrong. So, should I know you?"
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