Chore: Helping the Healers (Candidates/Weyrbrats)

[dragonmenta]

Dyalos glared at all the healers. He was only doing this so that he would be alllowed to stand becaue he had, "A build up of missed chores and punishment chores for missed chores so long that it would take you till your 30 to finish them and you've only been here half a turn so you'd better get your sharding act together." He had simply been amazed that it had all gotten out in one breath. So that was why he was here, and another reason. As the only child now, he had to do more. He had to get good reports from the Candidate master, he had to take regular baths, he had to behave himself and he dfinatly had to be able to stand because he had to Impress. Pretty much, he had to do what Celaena had done. And also, he kind of did the chores for her, he wasn't sure why, but being good for once actually kind of made him feel better about what had happened.

He knelt on the floor with various things spread around him, towards the bak of the hall where he couldn't get in the way. Others would be joining him soon. All they had told him was "Don't you dare break anything!" And the rest was sort of fuzzy. So he had smelly, greasy, extra-smelly and possibly hazardous mistures and herbs and unidentifiable things to work with. Smelly was to be sorted into bunches and hung o nthe rack. Greasy and hazardous were to be groung and mixed together than scooped into a tight sealed jar and finally extra-smelling had to be washed, dried and then pounded into a little tiny powder.

He didn't mind smells usually, he was a 13 turn old boy afterall and he probably smelled about the wort of it all, but the fumes in the healer hall were certainyl a little overpowering. He started with the smelly because that seamed the easiest. He picked up a little bundled about an inch in diameter, trimmed it and measured than tied it with a string. He looped the knot like they had showed him and thn hooked it over the knob on the rack. It looked a little crooked, not like the bundles some of the apprentinces had done, but he had several gagillion more to go. At least that was his estimate. He sighed, this woulb be a whole lot more interesting if he had one of his friends to do it with.

[Nragod]

Glepgh frowned down at the woman as she looked him over uncertainly, as if wondering what kind of trick was being played on her by sending a man in to claim he was a candidate and reporting for chores. He looked to be 22 at the youngest, and that was well over the age of candidacy. She was not the only one frustrated with the situation, however, as Glepgh had been here as a candidate for only a few days now and it seemed everyone refused to believe him. If this kept up he was just going to go back to his boat.

Finally the woman shook her head, “Well if you want to help I won’t turn you away. See the boy over in the back? Go work with him. He’s a candidate.” She said, still refusing to believe the man. Glepgh unfolded his arms with a distinct snort as he followed her directions. Dropping smoothly into a cross-legged sitting position on the floor across from the boy, he took a moment to look him over before speaking, to the point as always.

“What do I do?” he said simply as he now turned his gaze to the numerous things laid between the two of them.

[lyricalblue]

Searisan bounced in all happiness and nearly obnoxious smiles. He saw the other two boys sitting down and wandered over to them. Plopping down beside them he grinned at both, they really weren't his type but this was supposed to be work. A pair of firelizards followed the smiling boy and landed on the ground next to him. The little green took a step forward onto the cloth to see what Dyalos was doing. She twittered and chirruped while the brown hung back around Sea.

Still grinning, Sea decided it was best to introduce himself.
"I'm Searisan and these are Lyla and Micho, what are we supposed to be doing?"
Well maybe that first boy was his type but the one with that dour expression kinda made him want to sneak away and find a hole somewhere. When the little green had reached out to touch one of the containers, Sea quickly scooped her up and deposited the lizard in his lap. All Lyla could do was squeek in surprise then stare longingly at the containers.
"Sorry, she's a little too curious for her own good." He said once more with a bright grin.

[dragonmenta]

Dyalos looked up as he was joined by two more candidate boys..or a least he thought so, one looked kinda old. They were familiar of course; they all slept in the same barracks but he preffered to hang out with the Weyrbrat friends of his youth and didn't really spend much time with the candidate boys, most of whom were some bit older than him. He pointed out some of the ingredients. He wouldn't mind pawning off the worst of it on the other boys. One of them looked a little imposing and on the older end, as he was on the younger, the other semed quite friendly, but Dyalos was always good natured to everyone, if a bit of a scamp.

He smile,d poiting to himself, "I'm Dyalos and i'm gonna be 14 in just 2 sevendays. I don't have a fire lizzard but i want one. My mum and my dad are dragonriderrs and my sister is too...was too." His face fell for a moment but he quickly regained his smile, "And i'm gonna Impress a bronze. Its good to meet you Searisan. I like your flits. Does your Green clutch? If she does, can i have an eggg? And whats your name?" He asked the older boys in one long breath. He was rather annoyed however, when his voice cracked and went all high halfway through. That had been happening to him revcently and he found it totally annoying.He finally reliazed that he had to explain the task.

"Right, Searisan, you take that bowl of extra smelly pod thingies, wash them, split them and then pound them with the bowl and pestle until its a fine powder. And you, other one, mix that creamy goop in with the really tiny chopped herbs into a salve and put it in the jar." He recited what he had been otld, well mostly, in what he thought was a very responsible and grown-up way. He had given the boy with the fire lizards the less yicky task. His logic worked that way.

[lyricalblue]

(continuning since I'm not sure where Nragod is)

Searisan grinned happily and held out a chittering Lyla to Dyalos.
"You can hold if you want and I don't know about her clutching. She disapears for a few days sometimes so she might lay but I dunno. But greens only lay green eggs anway, you probably would have better luck finding a Queen nest."

He took the pods and got to work cleaning them in a bowl of water. Boy did they smell but work was work, it all had to be done.
"Her name is Lyla and the Brown is Micho." Sea began to mash the pods with the pestle and wrinkled his nose. "I swear all things that are supposed to be good for you smell bad."

[dragonmenta]

((I'll just do a short postie and wait for him to get back )

Dyalos' face fell at the news, but then realized he would just make it into an adventure, he would go out to the beaches when he was free and find a Queen's clutch. He would have a bronze and mini Queen to. Yup, he would. He reached out cautiously to pet the green flit and smiled at the feel of the hide. "Hello Lyla, hello Micho," He smiled at the two little dragons. He tied a few more bundles with twine, and hooked them over the little spikes on the rack. He caught a whiff of them as the breeze from a window blew into his face.

"I think you're right. I had a big cut once and they put this yicky stuff all on it. It felt ok after that, but it was really smelly." He nodded and concentrated back on the herbs. "So you both are candidates then. Are you standing at Caliath's next clutch?" He asked excitedly. Talking about the hatching always got him excited.

[Nragod]

((I do hope you ladys can accept my appologise. I?m afraid moving back home for the summer had been a bit more of a hassle than I had imagined. Please forgive me.))

Hearing a rather lengthy introduction spill out in one breath, Glepgh knew he'd have a headache by the time he was done here today. Finding a question posed at himself, he opened his mouth to answer it only to find himself shutting it again as the young boy started off again, this time with instructions.

"Glepgh." He said finally as he reached for the bowl with the cream in it. Glepgh wasn't one to complain about which part of the work he was given, nor did he really care as long as he could get it done. Working silently, he followed the boys discussion though he himself had never been fond of flits before. They were like any other pet and was constantly in the way or wanting attention.

At the mention of the clutch, Glepgh couldn't help but pay a little more attention to the conversation. Hearing the question, he merely nodded. He wasn't sure if the life of a dragonrider was for him, but it would have been something more than his father had been, and stepping up in the world had always been his goal.