Candidate Chores {Group 2 June}

[ryanne]

Coralt began to chop, keeping his eyes on his work. He wasn't fond of the idea of chores, but he knew how to do them and they weren't that hard. Now that the clutch was on the Sands, he wasn't going to do anything to ruin his chances of Standing. He genuinely wanted to Impress and, even though he didn't think that shirking his chores would have much of an effect of Impression, he was going to do whatever he could to better his chances. He supposed that not doing his chores could prevent him from even Standing, now that would be a shame.

It was hot in the kitchens, but he kept his head down, sorting the pieces of meat steadily before beginning to chop again. If he just got through this, he could run down to the river before the sun dropped down to swim. Now that would feel good. Taking that for his motivation, he continued to cut, wiping the sweat from his brow and being careful not to let it touch the meat. The last thing he wanted was one of the cooks yelling at him. they could be downright vicious.

[midnight]

Aminadra was bored, although she would never admit it. Cleaning, cooking, sewing...candidate chores all seemed to be things she had done before. It seemed that even the Weyr needed someone to do such menial tasks. She smiled at her own foolishness in believing anything else. At least this shouldn't last long. Soon, she could have a dragon of her own, and after a few turns of training, chores would be behind her. Then there would be Wing trainings, of course, but that was a whole other matter.

She glanced up briefly from the tubers she was peeling to glance around at her fellow candidates. The boy beside her was bent studiously over the meat he was chopping. She didn't think talking could hurt, and if it did, the cooks would be sure to silence them before it could do any harm! "Hi, I'm Aminadra," she introduced herself cheerfully. "Enjoying your chores?" The question was nothing but sarcasm.