Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:22:54 GMT -5
((OOC: This will be the second time he has stood so this interview was from Shimeath's last clutch, not Svath's current one))
Have you got a Search token?-
"Umm...y-yes sir." He was nervous, he had only recently come here and he was in awe of the great weyr. He felt extremely overwhelmed. He handed over his little Search chip...he tired to stop his hand from shaking as he did so.
Please list your name, age, and birthing day-"My name is Orfinion...i am 17 Turns an-and I was born in midwinter...sir." He was begining to feel a bit more confident, F'ren seemed nice enough.
Where have you come from?-"Verilar Weyrhold, Sir...but my parents are riders here."
So far so good, he hadn't messed up yet.
Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft?-"I'm a drummer Sir and-and I was taught a bit of Healing from my Aunt...she was a Masterhealer of sorts. I also write in a fair hand..." He faltered. Uh oh...he had blown it he knew it. He had just kept babbiling on. Orfinion blushed a deep red, he hoped he hadn't sounded to conceited as well. He hoped F'ren wouldn't make him pay for his blunder. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He thought...i should have just answered quickly and then shut up!
Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up?-
"No Sir, I do not." he attmepted to compose himself..just keep your answers short and...and natural. Yes, that was the word.
Did you bring any pets with you?-"Oh...no no Sir...no pets." Was it over? Orfinion straightened up. Waiting for the Candidate Master's reaction...
((Written by DragonMenta))
Have you got a Search token?-
"Umm...y-yes sir." He was nervous, he had only recently come here and he was in awe of the great weyr. He felt extremely overwhelmed. He handed over his little Search chip...he tired to stop his hand from shaking as he did so.
Please list your name, age, and birthing day-"My name is Orfinion...i am 17 Turns an-and I was born in midwinter...sir." He was begining to feel a bit more confident, F'ren seemed nice enough.
Where have you come from?-"Verilar Weyrhold, Sir...but my parents are riders here."
So far so good, he hadn't messed up yet.
Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft?-"I'm a drummer Sir and-and I was taught a bit of Healing from my Aunt...she was a Masterhealer of sorts. I also write in a fair hand..." He faltered. Uh oh...he had blown it he knew it. He had just kept babbiling on. Orfinion blushed a deep red, he hoped he hadn't sounded to conceited as well. He hoped F'ren wouldn't make him pay for his blunder. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He thought...i should have just answered quickly and then shut up!
Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up?-
"No Sir, I do not." he attmepted to compose himself..just keep your answers short and...and natural. Yes, that was the word.
Did you bring any pets with you?-"Oh...no no Sir...no pets." Was it over? Orfinion straightened up. Waiting for the Candidate Master's reaction...
((Written by DragonMenta))