Lost in a Small Room [Jan Chores//Open]

[Sheari]

Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. Emiliah walked into the Archives room nervous as a bird in a strange cave. Her wide eyes looked around every corner and delved deep into every shadow. There had been a list of things to do and she decided to start at the top, unsure of how to proceed any other way. Bare feet trekked across the room to grab a dry rag and then shuffled to the nearest table. Emi fidgeted with some papers and styluses before the ever comforting voice of the non-existent gold entered her mind.

You are fine, EmiliahLove.
"Emi knows this. Emi just has the nerves," she said.
I know you are nervous, calm down, everything is alright. Breathe deep.
"Emi tried but the room smell is weird. Old."

She looked up from the tabletop to see the figure of the figment on the table. She cast no shadow in the candlelight and was slightly translucent, the candle behind her flickering almost through her wing. Without much more protest, the girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It did help and slowly the smell of the room didn't catch her so much. So used to the various scents of the weyr that she had never thought much about them. As a drudge she had never really gotten the chance to explore. Not that she minded that much, but she'd never been to the Archives before and the whole experience of candidacy was strange and foreign.

Shrew was absent as this was work. Presently the green was perched on the doorway outside of the room, feeling the nerves of Hers making it hard for her to stray too far. She turned her head, finding the crevice between some of the shelves quite interesting.

[Rei]

Tynaris looked up from the parchment he was reading as a soft voice became audible. Frowning he peeked around a bookcase and raised an eyebrow as he saw the girl sitting at a nearby table. He knew her. The different one from class she was. Picking at his loose shirt (did it have to be so stuffy in here?) he debated. She was skittish. He knew this and still she made him curious. Finally making a decision he stood quietly and made his way towards her. About halfway there he cleared his throat to make his presence known. No sense it overly starling her. He was sure to startle her but, if he was careful, maybe he wouldn’t make her bolt? The candidate could hope anyway.

He smiled softly when she turned and gave her a little half wave. “Hi there. I’m Tynaris. Your Emi right?” He questioned softly still striding slowly toward her. When he was near enough he slid into a chair a desk away. Distance was better at this point maybe it would make her feel more comfortable? “You doing chores to? Maybe if we worked together it would be easier?” The sun tanned boy queried giving another soft smile. This Emi reminded him of a frightened animal. Question was did she have teeth and claws like a cornered predator or was she more the flight type? “I’m a candidate just like you. Maybe we can figure this thing out together. That is if you want to.” Bringing his hand up to his neck he toyed with the little shell hanging from it. It was a habit he had picked up and normally only did when he felt slightly anxious.

[Sheari]

The noise that emitted from the girl was a mix between a quiet yelp and a squeak. She turned sharply, eyes wide and staring as she normally was with almost every encounter, clutching the duster with a death grip fit for a feline killing prey. Her knuckles went from white to a more natural colour when she realized just who it was that had disturbed her reverie. She had seen this boy before, he had been in the room with all the others when Emoyan had been lecturing them. She had deemed him nice then, her opinion not changing. Emiliah relaxed and let her hands fall to her sides. "Is Emi," she said, though it seemed obvious enough that he already knew who she was. Had Dib told him?

The sounds from the room distracted Shrew from her exploring. As much as she disliked it when her was working she still loved the girl. The green perched silently on the top of one of the shelves. She had a good view of the room from her high vantage point. She put her paws on the edge of the shelf, stretching her neck down to investigate without being seen. Hers looked up and saw her, the girl was about to croon to the creature but Shrew bobbed her head and retreated as Emiliah sat down in a chair opposite of Tynaris.

Figure it out? Emi couldn't read and by default, she couldn't write, either. Drudges had no need to be literate and so she had never been taught to recognized anything more than a few simple words as well as her own name. Other than that the runes and figures that had been written on any of the pages or hides meant nothing to her other than they were there for a reason and must be taken care off. She cocked her head to the side and watched Tynaris with a questioning look. "Dusting?" she asked. How hard was it to figure out dusting?