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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 1:14 pm
Having managed to finish his work early Folen brushed the dust off his shoulders and straightened the wrinkles out of his shirt. Well it wasn't fancy but at least he was somewhat presentable. And today he wanted to be presentable.
Running a hand through his spiky brown mop the young man bounded down the weyr tunnels. If he was to catch the person he wanted it would have to be between chores.
The candidates were kept busy under the belief that the more tired the candidates were the less mischief they would get up too. Folen had to admit it was true enough, Harperhall had been no different in it's treatment of its apprentices. Still it made arranging help for his fellow candidates a bit of a challenge at times.
But if the rumors were right and he was very lucky he might have found a way to make things a little easier on all the candidates in his impromptu sewing classes. Slowing down to catch his breath he entered the candidate's barracks where he had heard Verianne would be.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 9:10 pm
She set her shovel back against the wall, took off her gloves and pulled out a clean rag to wipe the sweat from her brow. "I'm off to the kitchens." she advised the person overseeing the Candidates. He waved her off, not seeming to care. She was only a child anyways, and though she worked hard wasn't as strong as the others. Worried too much about her clothes, too.
With his dismissive wave, she turned and moved towards her barracks. She was going to change out of the problematic breeches and into something clean before she went to the kitchens. The cooks would hardly appreciate wherry dung being dragged through their floors and possibly contaminating the Weyr's food.
As she reached her barracks, pushing open the door, she saw someone standing inside. Not one of her barrack-mates, so probably someone come to visit them. "Pardon." she said simply, and walked past him, heading for her room.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:29 pm
Folen looked over at the newcomer as she passed him by. She appeared to be in a hurry. He didn't want to waste anyone's time but this very well could be the person he was looking for. "Oh...Excuse me." He called out smiling apologetically for interrupting her. " I can see that your busy, but I am looking for an apprentice tailor by the name of Verianne and I was told I might find her here. Would you be her or know where I might find her?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 9:03 pm
She stopped as the stranger called out to her, obligingly turning around. There was no harm in answering a quick question, if she knew the answer. She still could barely find her way around from one area to the next.
The question that was asked surprised her. "I'm Verianne. How can I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:40 am
"Ah brilliant," Folen smiled glad he wouldn't have to go searching for the tailor apprentice any more. "My name is Folen, and I am running a bit of a class to help myself and our fellow candidates practice our sewing skills as they are called upon not only for chores but will be required for the mending of tack and what not if we are lucky enough to become full riders.
"Since I heard there was an actual tailor apprentice joining our ranks " He smiled again nodding toward Verianne. "I thought I'd try to find out if the apprentice would be interested in joining us and perhaps lending us some of their knowledge and experience. This is in no way mandatory as it's just a few of us gathering when we get the chance and I would understand if you chose not to spend precious free time in such a manor. If there is one thing candidates don't have a lot of it's free time. But I know I would be glad of any help offered and I am certain the others would be as well. So what do you think? Does it sound like something you'd be interested in?
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:20 pm
"...." she looked the older boy over slowly, almost every line of her face disdainful. "I don't know anything about mending leather." she said finally. "I'll attend one of your little classes. No more than one." she decided. "Unless they really need help."
It was obvious that she wouldn't make a very good teacher. ".... And nice to meet you."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:25 am
"That's fine," Folen smiled as he replied. It seemed Verianne was quite direct. Well Folen didn't mind. At least you always know where you stood with that sort. And as restricted as the candidate's time was he really couldn't ask for more," it's brilliant in fact, thank you. Oh and I'm sorry for interrupting you during such a busy time. " It was a pleasure meeting you. We'll be meeting in two days time in the candidates barracks an hour before curfew. I hope to see you there."
Folen waved stepping back out of Verianne's way.
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