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 Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 11:42 pm
Nessia sat down heavily on one of the cushioned chairs that sat in the common room of the candidate barracks. It lay in between the male and female barracks to give the people equal usage.
She closed her eyes and rubbed at the back of her neck, chores were killing her lately and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the new bed, so different from her home bed, all broken in the way she loved it.
She curled up, looking around the room, wondering if she might be in trouble for taking a break in the middle of the day because she's taking a break. She rubbed at her neck again trying to relax her stressed muscles.
((crappy opening i'm sorry))
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 10:40 am
Assistant Candidatemaster Malta peered into the Candidate common room, trying not to feel as though she was intruding on the privacy of the candidates. She wanted to do her job right, and that meant understanding her charges. Thus, this was a part of the job. She was not intruding at all. Nope. Not seeing anyone from her angle, she walked in. If no one was here, she might as well tidy up and see what she found amidst the mess... she was hoping for nothing, obviously, but in messes one often found the problematic aspects of life. “Oh!” she exclaimed, suddenly seeing Nessia in the room, “I didn't see you there! Good afternoon!”ax
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:03 pm
Nessia sat up quickly at the voice and blushed as she realized it was the candidate master. They had been introduced when she came to live in the barracks. "Oh uh... Good afternoon." She greeted back. Was she going to be in trouble because she happened to be trying to relax and not doing her chores? Though she did finish all her morning ones. She just hadn't started on the afternoon ones... She looked around, "Were you, looking for someone?" She asked, wondering maybe if Malta wouldn't notice she was slacking a bit? Or maybe she had made a mistake and Malta needed to find her. She stood up and brushed herself off though she wasn't dirty. "Did you need me for anything?" She asked, eager to help if she was needed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 3:44 pm
Rashel Kitsune They might hang out a little sooner than expected... “I wasn't looking for anyone in particular, no.” she said, inspecting the common room. It wasn't as much of a mess as Malta had expected – then again, it hadn't been much of a mess when she had been a candidate, either, back in Benden. They were kept so busy that they couldn't make a mess, and half the chores were cleaning besides. She'd actually liked cleaning (somewhat), and the memory made her scarred face twitch into a smile before she turned back to the candidate. She'd thought she would catch at least a few sneaking in a break in the afternoon. Malta was a workaholic herself, but she was all for the idea of a short break midday – it helped one digest, or clean one's dragon as the case may be. So long as it wasn't the whole afternoon, she could overlook it. Poecileth murmured to her rider, amused. Her hide could use a good scrubbing, and Malta knew just the person to help her. “Actually, I could use your help. How do you feel about cleaning and oiling a dragon?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 8:30 pm
She let out a sigh of relief, there was no being yelled at so maybe she was in the clear. Until Malta mentioned cleaning a dragon. She frowned a bit. "Well, I've never done it before but i'll give it shot?" She responded, giving a slight smile. Did she really have a choice in whether or not she had to help? After all it's the candidate master! She ran a hand through her short locks, for the moment happy that it was so short that she didn't need to throw it up in a tie to keep it out of her face. "Lead the way." She said as she stepped forward.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 8:55 pm
Malta liked how willing she was to do things, though she could see she might have to teach her how to say no... or maybe not. Either way, she had an oppurtunity. “Good.” she said, beckoning in an official way, “Poecileth is outside, and we'll go down to the weyrbowl. We'll pick up supplies on the way, and then we'll get started.” And with that, she proceeded to, indeed, lead the way. She hoped it would be a productive session. ((Malta has left the candidate barracks for now. She and her dragon will return later on to interact with candidates))
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 9:34 pm
She followed after, glancing back at the room before putting more speed on to keep up with Malta, after all, she didn't want the candidate master to think she was slow or reluctant. She was happy to help if she was needed.
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