slaving away the[this] kitchens[prison]|CADEN

[InsaneWhitey28]

Chores. Would they never end? Last time she got stuck babysitting the brats in the creche, had a bronzerider teach her a thing or two about entertaining kids, and find out that she had a green salamandyr up her shirt. Quite literally. This time she was stuck in the kitchens helping to cook the meals for all the people living in the Weyr. Made more difficult by the fact she had no idea how to cook. The drudges knew more than her!

Which was just ridiculous.

Bent to her task of cleaning tubers before chopping them, she barely felt the little salamandyr, dwelling in her shirt, give up her now far too hot hiding spot to go hide in the spice cupboard. Hopefully she wouldn't sneeze.

Now, Rosa may not have been a good cook, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to chop things. So that's what she did. She took all the tubers she just cleaned, and chopped them, with a rather frightening cook looking over her shoulders ever five seconds. Could they just back off and leave her alone?

Stifling a shiver running down her spine, she huffed at the girl that snatched up all the tubers without a word of thanks, more like mumbling about how useless this cnadidate was. Well maybe if someone bothered to giver her pointers! There was a reason Rosanna worked hard to stay out of the kitchens. Unfortunately this time... no one wold switch. Because everyone was in an up tight mood since the night attack, an it was well known that it was the kitchen folk who got the most antsy first. Well good for them.

Not bothering to school her features, Rosa quickly cleaned up her area before grabbing another pot of tubers to be cleaned and sliced. But before she began her little project, she was stopped by one of the women, "You're to watch the canines now. The last girl was letting them get out of rhythm."

So apparently... she had good rhythm? Blinking at the woman as she took over her job, it took a sharp kick before she moved over to watch the moving canines, making sure the meat didn't burn. The vague sense of a compliment started an improvement in her move, bu then the second afterword kick when she didn't move immediately ruined it again. And refusing to school her features, Rosanna barely noticed that she looked like a thunderhead, snapping at which ever canine that decided to slow down or speed up. Cotton, just made the decision to stay out of Hers way, and curled up tighter into a ball perfectly happy with her corner, and went to sleep.

[Ruby]

Caden had learned a few things while she was a Bluerider: Namely, only the worst kind of Gold and Bronzeriders ate at the head table, the good ones ended up eating with their wings or their friends. Except on special occasions, of course. Caden being Caden, she didn't have too many friends, and taking up a whole table to herself seemed like a really good way to be annoying, not show how much she cared about her people or whatever Goldriders were supposed to do. Plus, ever since the Flight she'd been avoiding every single male involved. In short: she'd been eating in her room even more often than normal.

That meant she went to the kitchens instead of the dining hall. The kitchens were part of her domain, according to Kaegan, although the Headwoman ran the day-to-day while the Weyrwomen were more worried about ordering supplies and overseeing quality and waste and those sorts of complicated and endlessly boring things. Honestly, if there was anyone less suited to domestic planning than she, Caden would be shocked. Luckily, Kaegan was excellent at her job, and had had plenty of practice. Not her fault Caden couldn't be taught.

Of course, part of knowing that the kitchen was her domain made Caden distinctly uncomfortable in it. She always felt like someone should either be sucking up to her or shooing her out to cover up their mistakes. Instead, no one ever seemed to notice her, Goldrider's knots or no. Maybe it was because she still looked like half a boy, and none of the Kitchen staff had connected her storkish appearance to the mythical Junior Weyrwoman with the enormous, perfect Gold. That rider would have to be perfect herself, correct?

Well, whatever it was, it didn't stop them from ignoring her as always. She actually saw one of the kitchen workers kick a girl with Candidate's knots. Sure, it was something Caden remembered from her own days as a Candidate (worse at Benden than at Selenitas, but still present), but that didn't mean she had to like it. "Hey," she growled, pulling the woman around by the shoulder, "Don't kick 'em. Spoons are plenty painful, believe you me."

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[InsaneWhitey28]

Well this was a nice change. A... weird one but nice. So nice(weird) that in fact she barely noticed she was being defended, thoughts of destroying whichever room that woman slept in permeating her consciousness. But it was forgotten, at least temporarily, when the nice change occurred. It was almost immediately after the goldrider stopped speaking was she noticed, and Rosa being Rosa, let the first thing that came to mind pop out of her mouth, "Pink."

Good job, Rosa, good job. Give yourself a pat on the back. She gave herself a little shake, snapping her fingers at one of the canines to make him go faster almost unconsciously. You just blatantly shout out some rather obvious clue to who pulled off a prank, granted it's been Turns and Z'ves was long dead and gone, but they still hadn't caught his murder and Faranth blind her would she get the blame pinned on her or the goldrider. So you cover up the tracks, however fail of a cover up it is.

"Er... Sorry. I was up early enough to see the sunrise and it was pink, and gold, and your dragon's gold..." Rosanna stated twirling her hair. Yea, not one of her better cover ups. Really. Sunrise? Your dragon's gold? Pffft. Lame. Shrugging off the fact she suddenly had a light pink spreading across her cheeks, Rosanna blinked at Caden.

"Thank you. I'm Rosanna," she stated simply, holding out her hand as she gave a brief and sharp whistle to the other canine, something Rosa the dog had picked up on quick the other few times Rosa was in the kitchen, you either listened to the whistle and went slower or faster, or you got an angry candidate up your muzzle. Do not want.

The whistle brought a couple of startled stares, but most were used to Rosa's quirks now. The woman that had gotten told off though sent a glare over her shoulder when the Junior Weyrwoman wasn't looking. The flash in Rosa's eyes promised retribution. She may have tried to give up pranking, but bad habits die hard. Especially when she had to get back at Wastelanders. Now... now she was back to her old tricks, and you never mess with a prankster, as that girl at the crafthall learned.

[Ruby]

"... Pink?" Caden echoed, eyebrows pulling together as the kitchen worker wriggled out of her grasp. This Candidate was unfamiliar to Caden... wait, no she wasn't. Rosanna. Rosa. She'd been at the hatching where Caden impressed Nitrath, and technically they had been candidates together. Caden didn't really remember many of the candidates, not the ones that hadn't impressed, anyway. She hadn't expected to impress, so making friends with candidates had seemed like a waste of time (not to mention highly unplesant). She certainly hadn't expected to impress gold, and unfortunately that made her more memorable to others than they were to her. Awkward times.

"Pink and... sunrise?" Caden asked, eyebrows doing their best to become one. What was the young woman going on about? Sometimes she had this effect on people, but Caden hadn't sorted out what to do about it yet, so she just let Rosanna talk. When she introduced herself, though, Caden took her hand, shaking it firmly before dropping it. "Rosanna, yeah. I'm. Uh. Caden." As if the whole Weyr didn't know that already. "I remember you, you were at Nitrath's hatching. With the... yeah." Caden trailed off, eyes flicking anywhere but Rosa's face. That wasn't something she wanted to relive.

Once she'd let the subject of the cullings, though, Caden found herself once again lost in the conversation desert. Kaegan seemed to good at this, but she'd never figured out small talk. What was she supposed to ask about? Practically everyone she'd interacted from age 12 and up had been a dragonrider, or a slaver. At least she avoided stuttering, although she did that by crossing her arms and glancing around the kitchen, obviously uncomfortable. After a minute, though, something crossed her mind. "So... are you here for chores? Can you spare a plate? I need to grab dinner."