SCL: Those turrible itchies!

[Ivy]

((Special Candidate Lesson for whomever gets assigned to S'rring and Uth. If you haven't been assigned make sure you go to the Candidate Barracks and read what Ruby posted there. ^^))

We are so itchy, why are you waiting S'rring?[/color] Uth practically whined at his bonded as they waited just outside the barracks. The Brown was laying on the ground on his side squirming as he tried to scratch an itch that was just out of his reach, and staring up at S'rring as if it were his fault he itched so badly.

S'rring, for his part, was looking around. The Candidatemaster had told the new weyrlings that they'd be joined by a candidate or two to help them care for their new dragon. Each weyrling was assigned a partner to 'teach' about the basic early care of the young hatchlings, a good learning experience for the candidates who were waiting for the next clutch. The young man had slightly mixed feelings about this; he too had been passed over at previous hatchings then had to go help oil someone else's hatchling - honestly he'd felt a bit bitter towards the weyrlings he'd had to help back then. How could he have not? He'd stood time and time again, only to be passed over and over... then to add insult to injury he'd had to help them care for a dragon that he had felt should have been his. He was worried that the candidates left over from this hatching would feel the same way towards him, that the tension between the new weyrling pair and the candidate would be so apparent one could cut it with a knife. At his dragon's complaint he simply glanced over to him and shook his head, even without Oth in close proximity his Brown still spoke as if he were - 'we' and 'us' were terms he was getting used to hearing in place of 'I'. Strange, but he supposed nothing about his Brown was all that normal. He was a twin after all and the first time he'd oiled Uth he'd noticed some of his hide was quite a bit thicker in places. Strange.

Uth continued to squirm around, though for the bulky Brown it wasn't the easiest task to do so. Looking more like a fish out of water flopping around as it took its last breaths, Uth was far from graceful in appearance. Chuckling S'rring finally took some pity on the hatchling and knelt down to scratch along his back, being rewarded with a soft croon of pleasure from his bonded. "Is that better?"

In place of a real answer another long croon was given and after he figured Uth was satisfied he stood back up. He had been certain that the Candidatemaster had said today, around this time. Maybe he was just early? Or the candidate he was to meet was late. Looking over to his left he eyed the oil bucket and brushes he'd brought with him, as well as the bucket with water and towels. Uth didn't need a full bath - or hadn't before he rolled around on the ground like a dog - so S'rring was just going to have his helper use the wet towels to wipe the dirt and dust off the Brown's hide before oiling. Now he was wondering if it'd be a better idea to take Uth down to the weyr lake for a bath before being oiled, not that he could until whoever he was meeting finally decided to show up.

We are bored.[/color] This time it was less of a whine and more of a statement, but not by much.

You. You are bored. Oth isn't even here you know. Even as he said it, S'rring looked behind him as if half expecting his roommate and Uth's twin to be walking up. It seemed they often ended up wherever the other one was - mostly due to Uth and Oth dragging their bondeds around so they could be together. At least Au'st wasn't as terrible guy, if not the most motivated man in the world.

We are hungry, where is the food?[/color]

"You sure are quite a whiner today Uth. You just ate this morning, and you ate quite a feast. How can you be hungry again?" S'rring's amusement towards his Brown was evident in his jovial tone as he looked over at him once more. It had only been a few days since he'd Impressed Uth but he was already beginning to learn there were few things in life that the Brown enjoyed more than eating. "Maybe after your bath and oiling we'll get you some food, okay?"

That is, if they ever got around to the bath and oiling - where was his helper for the day anyway?

[Sebz]

Much to Casandra's chagrin, the moment she had been deemed healthy by the healers and allowed to leave the infirmary, she was informed that she had chores to do. More so, she had been chided for 'missing lessons' For shards sake! Give a girl a break, she had been dying... well almost dying. Sheesh.

Unfortunately, the only thing the unfortunate accident had accomplished was strangely enough to increase Casandra's vanity. two small scars were visible on her face, but the worst of them were on her thighs and across her stomach. They were ugly. They must be covered up. In all honesty, Casandra had decided they looked pretty fierce, and that suited her personality just fine, but still, they were not the most attractive thing in the world. The average person might have tried to hide them, but no, Casandra wasn't average. She flaunted them, daring anybody to say anything. She was still sharding Sexy. If you didn't agree, you might not live to see the morning.

Lessons. Well that was just fine and dandy. She had considered skipping, and probably would have if she had been under that taskmaster Elisabeta, but the chance to mingle with the new weyrlings was to good a chance to pass up. Not the least bit jealous that she had not been stuck with a green or god forbid a blue, the Blonde accepted the fact that she hadn't impressed with grace and planned to turn on the charm for whichever weyrling she got assigned to help.

A brown, well that wasn't so bad, they were pretty high up the food chain. Casandra made a point to memorize their names before going out to meat the pair. "S'rring, Uth," she nodded in greeting, lips turned upward to a surprisingly genuine smile. It was strange that she should feel this way, maybe it was her glee of getting out of the god forsaken infirmary that had her in high spirits, but then again maybe not. "What will we be doing today?" she asked politely, hands hanging loosly by her sides. She really didn't have the energy needed to uphold a severe attitude. Playing nice just seemed so much easier.

[Ivy]

We do not like waiting. Uth said as he saw the girl approach - though his tone wasn't a harsh one S'rring arched a brow since the message had certainly seemed a bit aggressive for the Brown. Maybe his own impatience had worn off on his bonded? Regardless he stepped forward a bit and offered a charming smile to take the bite from his Brown's words, "Aye. I'm S'rring. He's Uth. In case there was any confusion." A playful wink was given and he waved a hand towards the buckets he'd gotten ready, "Some bathing, brushing, oiling..."

Feeding. Uth added to the list, had His forgotten he was starving?

Giving a chuckle S'rring rolled his eyes, now that he was no longer standing around waiting on the candidate-helper to arrive his mood had improved three-fold. Especially since it was a girl - and an attractive one at that. Yes he remembered her from being a Candidate himself, and at the hatching she was the one who had been carried off on a stretcher when the Blues mauled her - right? Bluebrothers misbehaved, we stopped them. Uth piped in to his thoughts, confirming what he had been thinking.

"I uh, forget your name. You'll have to forgive me, a lot of new stuff to learn - so my mind is a mess." S'rring offered another smile before heading over to grab one of the buckets of oil he'd brought, "Uth wasn't too dirty before, but while we wait he was rolling around in the dirt. So I think we should probably head to the lake to give him a proper bath then move on to oiling. You have been given the okay to do physical labor, right? He's a bit bulky - washing and oiling him is already kind of a chore."

[Sebz]

Casandra's smile wavered ever so slightly when Uth addressed her, but her expression righted itself S'rring spoke to her. "No confusion here," she quipped, running her hands through her blonde locks in an extremely offhanded manor. She glanced at the brown dragon thoughtfully, unsure of if he was the one who had pinned her attacker at the hatching. "I suppose I should thank you Uth, for controlling the blue's, I might have died." It wasn't often that Casandra offered her thanks to someone, it felt strange, the words unatural as they rolled of their tongue.

"Casandra," the girl offered to the weyrling, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She supposed it wasn't really his fault that he had forgotten, but really. Casandra didn't view herself as a forgettable person at all. "And yes, I think I'll manage just fine." The candidate rolled her shoulders experimentally, pleased when they didn't twinge in pain. She had been lucky, very lucky indeed.

"So to the lake then?" she asked, bending over to pick up a cloth. Shooting S'rring a stunning smile, she took the lead, hips swaying in her usual manor. It seemed her run in with death hadn't dettered the girl's mannerisms in the slightest.

[Ivy]

We do what Bronzebrother say to.[/color] Uth replied when Casandra thanked him for pinning one of the Blues at the hatching. He didn't remember it vividly but His did, so he at least knew what Casandra was talking about. When the blonde girl started to walk Uth did as well, falling into place behind her and looking back at His.

Smirking a bit S'rring grabbed the rest of the supplies and followed behind his Brown. If his eyes lingered a bit longer than was appropriate on Casandra's backside - well he was sure if she noticed she wouldn't mind much. She just didn't seem like the type of girl who shyed away from male attention. Chuckling to himself his mirth was cut short when out of no where a flash of bronze appeared in his perifrial vision as it darted ahead towards Casandra, Atlas no!

But it was too late. The Bronze salamandyr had reached the Candidate and was crooning to her lightly as he crawled his way up her leg and wiggled his way under the hem of her shirt and up into her breastband (assuming she was wearing one - if she wasn't then this would be much more awkard) where he curled up, Oh pretty girrrrl. So beauty! Such nice pretties![/color]

Oh shards. A few lengthy strides caught him up to the Candidate and without thinking about it he reached down her shirt and plucked the salamandyr from her chest. Or maybe he had thought about it and decided he liked the odds of how she may react. Who knew? Either way he managed to get ahold of Atlas and pull him out and glared at him before giving Casandra an apologetic look, "Sorry, he has a thing for... women."

Pretties! Atlas declared before crooning to Casandra. No mean to scare beauty girl. So so sorry beauty girl. I see your pretties?[/color]

A snort from Uth reminded the weyrling there was a task to be done and he shoved Atlas in one of his jacket pockets, Stay still and quiet and I'll find some girl willing to give up her pretties to you.

Uth gave another snort as he overheard the mental promise His made - obviously he found it funny. Going back S'rring picked up the supplies he'd dropped when he went to retrieve Atlas and then was once more at Casandra's side, "Shall we continue?" They were almost to the lake at this point, and Uth pushed past the humans in a rushed waddle-walk in a hurry to get all this over with.