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"You two are on duty today for the Wherries in the feeding pen. One scoop per beast, scatter it a bit so they don't fight each other. Make sure to clean up any mess they've made in the last day and old food first. We don't want them getting sick." Because they weren't particularly smart creatures.

But it wasn't an awful chore, at least.

Outside was better than inside, at least when it came to chores- in Kel’s opinion, anyway. Wherry feeding and cleaning was straightforward enough, and not as messy as other options. The young woman was grateful for the assignment. She arrived with her hair pinned in elegant, messy curls upon her head, long working pants tailored for unconventional flowiness, and a loose button-up shirt embellished with a ribbon. Afterall, chores might be boring, but one’s dress sense did not have to suffer for it.

Brenley, however, was a man of another make entirely. She nodded to him politely, a gracious smile drawn upon soft red lips, then turned her attention to Danzik. The instructions were very simple, and she nodded once more.

As her fellow candidate spoke, she turned her light green gaze upon him once more. He did seem uncomfortable for some reason- did wherries scare him, perhaps? Or was he more uncomfortable around people he didn’t know? She switched to a sympathetic expression, hoping perhaps that would help. “I’ll scoop, if you’d like. I don’t mind either way.” Jovialness was injected into her tones. Truly, it was a simple enough task that they could figure things out without it being awkward.

“So, excited for the upcoming clutch?” It was a stupid question, but a good way to segue into easy conversation. “Do you think Khamaith and Turoth will have a large clutch, with a queen? I don’t really know how these superstitions go.” She bent down to remove some old food, now focusing entirely on her work.

Perhaps conversation wasn't the best way to approach things. Keleres was nothing if not patient- the way to relaxation, after all, was through making the other person comfortable enough to trust you… And despite a couple of Turns at the Weyr now, Kel couldn't shake her desire to please others, the courtesan training that had stuck with her, shaped and moulded her over the course of her life.

So she waited- let him consider his answers as carefully or as cautiously as he needed to be.

He believed it would be a small clutch, and she paused in her work, glancing up at him as he spoke. "Really? The sire is a more experienced dragon, right? Do you think that would influence things?" She had so many thoughts and theories on the matter, but no way of actually confirming them. "Have you been to many hatchings? I'm holdbred myself-" there was the slightest pause as memories of the past washed over her, but Keleres found her ease and composure quickly. "I think I'm excited now… But some clutches left me feeling very nervous after the hatching." The double clutch at High Reaches, for instance- where death had caused her to feel sick, and the heat had exacerbated it.

When he asked about her preference, Kel turned back to her work, wearing a small smile. A certain green and her sweet rider came to mind, and she swept the droppings away vigorously. "I think… Blue… they're so beautiful, as varied as the skies above us. But any dragon who might find me worthy would be a blessing. What about you?"

All she knew for sure was that she did not want to return to Rivercrest. Her life there, as glamorous and glitzy as it was, paled in comparison to the experiences she had had at the Weyr.