And if the chores get done... {Claire/Open}

Corian hadn't noticed that there had been someone nearby and looked up with a surprised expression on his face to see another teen. He wasn't certain but he thought he may have seen the boy just for a fleeting moment in the Barracks. Then again, Corian wasn't exactly the go-to person on who was whom in the Weyr. He barely even knew who his roommate was let alone some of the other candidates. Still, this one didn't really seem like one of the kitchen staff or else Corian figured he would have more readily recognised the other boy.

He laughed again and grinned turning the tuber face around to the teen.
"I think he's a little confused about his lot in life, don't you agree?" He asked.
He was certain that with his seemingly unkempt appearance he rather looked like someone who had gone insane a long while ago. He certainly knew his hair at least made him look rather insane to say the least sticking up at odd angles. He threw the tuber into another bucket and grabbed another one.
"So, who'd you annoy that you got the morning shift?" He asked conversationally.

He wasn't certain whether the other boy was a candidate or, indeed, whether he was supposed to know the other boy but regardless he would gauge the response to find out. He couldn't just ask straight questions that would simply be far too easy. Also, common sense seemed lacking in Corian and he rarely ever thought before he spoke especially when it came to meeting new people.
"I probably managed to mix up the colours in the laundry again personally..."

Corian frowned a little and looked at the tuber. He hadn't thought of that. Perhaps he should have endeavoured to save a few of them from the cooking pot... He looked at it thoughtfully but then dropped it into the tub nearby grabbing another tuber and giving it a sad face.

"Guess he heard the news." He grinned happily showing it to the teen.

This guy was alright. He seemed to be rather decent anyway. He hadn't scoffed at him anyway as a number of the kitchen staff tended to do when they spotted Corian sitting in his corner doing whatever was required of him. Unfortunately, they had set him on this duty knowing that he liked to make model dragons out of the dough before rolling it properly. Tubers were the one thing he wouldn't be able to mess up.

Corian dropped his knife when the boy mentioned that he didn't mind the morning shift. He stared at him for a moment and then hastily went back to his work. He supposed some people were better in the mornings than others. Personally, when Corian got the lunch shift he was happy. When he was doing anything in the middle of the day he was generally excitable. In all seriousness if it was a hot day he could have been running between the Weyrs with no trouble.

"Yep, name's Corian." He answered, "Pleased to meet you."

Corian nodded back to Varan with a faint smile, picking up another tuber and cleaning it. He wondered how many people were highly disturbed when their lunch looked at them with a sad face. Of course, Corian generally gave them happier faces but he supposed that would have made them all the more distressing to eat. He nodded in response to Varan's question at first then thought he should probably expand upon that.

"Yeah, I've been here for about two years now. It's been fun but I just can't wait until I'm finally impressed by a dragon. It's gonna be awesome. Hey! It would be great if we could impress together and then be part of the same wing. I think I want a fighter. What about you?"

He was waving his hands around again in his enthusiastic manner not really all that aware that he had been spinning the knife around too a little while he'd been speaking. It was one thing he tended to do when he was excited. He spoke with his hands almost more than he did with his mouth. He stopped moving the knife around too much and went back to cleaning out the tubers trying to control his enthusiasm. He couldn't afford to be stuck here for much later than he had to be. He needed to be out of the kitcken before his next chores. Hopefully Varan would have the same chores as him.

Corian shuddered at the thought of being given a King. He wondered at times whether he wouldn't be better off with one of the Search Dragons. He would be able to see the whole world and have a close friend, nay, something even closer than that as a companion. It was hardly a bad life. Getting an Iron or a Bronze, sure, he'd thought about it momentarily but once he'd realised the full weight of responsibility upon him for impressing such a dragon... He realised that he was far better off being a follower rather than a leader. Despite the fact that he was one of the older/longer serving candidates he still did not even entertain the thought of having any authority amongst his fellows.

"I agree. I think if anyone saw me with a Bronze they'd probably die of shock." Corian grinned lopsidedly, the scar pulling his eye and mouth in a weird way.
He was pleased that he would be fighting side by side with other people. He figured that there was more camaraderie amongst the fighters of the Weyr. It just seemed to him that the riders of the Bronzes or other types were a lot harder to approach. Then again, what did he know, he was a candidate. When he became a rider for real he would have so many questions answered.

"So, I haven't seen you around and, seeing as you're actually talking to me... I must assume that you're relatively new. When did you get here?" He asked conversationally, continuing with his work.

Corian grinned when Varan asked whether he had made some sort of faux pas by speaking with him. He supposed that really depended on whom he would in turn speak to later. Generally people found Corian annoying and this was something he generally didn't mind too much about. More importantly a few people thought he was insane which, he supposed, was not without merit. He shook his head.
"Nah, but you know how it is. Crazy candidate like me. I just can't help annoying people I guess."

He continued to clean out the tubers and eventually grabbed the last one cutting a smile into it.
"But it's great that you're new here! I bet we'll all impress straight away together and then be able to fly our dragons and combat Thread wherever it is!"
As he spoke his eyes seemed to glaze over a little as he thought of all the things they could do as Dragonriders. He had thought about being a Searcher and maybe he would get that chance someday. Even if he didn't impress a blue he was certain that he would be able to travel anyway.

He jumped to his feet and wandered over to the table to help Varan with the dough realising now that he had smudged flour all over his forehead. He laughed a little and shook his head.
"Going to be saving some for later?" He asked pointing to the smear, "That's actually a good idea..."
He set about helping Varan with the dough at that point marveling at the ingenuity of the new candidate. Never had it crossed his mind to smear food on himself for later when he was sitting bored in lessons...

Corian continued to chuckle and shook his head a little at the ingenuity of it all. He couldn't believe that in his two years at the Weyr he had never thought to sneak any food into lessons or anything. Of course, generally people could tell when he was acting suspicious... Although, then again, they always seemed to think he was acting suspiciously. He realised then that Varan probably didn't really want to walk around with flour on his face no matter how much it would serve to fill him up later. Corian supposed that was fair enough, it did look a little silly he admitted to himself. He looked about him and went to grab a cloth from a nearby table but, realising that it was covered in some rather smelly substance of unknown origins he searched for another one tossing the one in his hand away.

He eventually found one and threw it to Varan, hoping he would catch it rather than have it wind up on the floor or in his face.
"No worries, I mean, at least you noticed it now rather than later whilst in a lesson." He responded after a short moment.

He wasn't entirely sure what he would have done if he'd walked around the entire Weyr with food on his face no matter how tasty it actually was. He felt his stomach rumble a little and looked at the dough they were supposed to be rolling. He continued at a faster pace wanting now more than before to get out to the Dining Hall for some Breakfast.

Corian grabbed another cloth for himself certain that now that they had finished with the cooking he would also have some flour on his face. He cleaned his hands and face as a precaution as Varan suggested they go and get some breakfast. Given that they had just prepared some of his favourite food Corian was pretty pleased that he would be eating it soon. He nodded enthusiastically as the smell began to fill the kitchen. He really wished that the Weyr would smell like this all the time. He hated it when they had to prepare some of the more... pungent salves for the infirmary.

"Yeah, I love that smell." He replied in wistful tones.
He practically skipped out the door ignoring the criticisms he received from the kitchen staff as they shouted after him about the tubers all of which now had faces. He thought they were humorous anyway. If he found a tuber with a face it would certainly brighten up his day. He wasn't able to smell all the food that they would be eating for breakfast but he had a one track mind. When it came to food this was about all Corian could think of.

"One of these days I'm going to write an epic ballad to the Benden Baklava." He proclaimed then shuddered at the thought of going back to his Harper roots.
Still, he supposed there was no harm in writing a ballad about food. At least it wasn't all that educational.
"Oh sweet baklava, Can I ever know how tasty you are!" He began singing, rather loudly and... Rather poorly...

ooc: didn't see this until just now :/

Corian turned around with a smile. He had always been one to get overexcited about just about everything he ever encountered. They were rather close to the dining area now but there still weren't all that many candidates out and about yet. Either that or they had eaten swiftly and then gone about their chores. Corian wasn't entirely certain what happened with others. He generally just looked at the things he was assigned to. He stopped singing and then attempted to remember one of the songs he'd learned as a Harper. Unfortunately for him Corian had a rather poor memory.

It wasn't so much that but rather that he simply hadn't enjoyed his time as a Harper however brief it had been. His new life was far superior to anything he had ever thought of doing as a child. Like any other child on Pern he had, for a long time, imagined being a Dragonman. He was simply amazed that he had a shot at the life that the Harpers always made seem so glamorous. Now that he was here, he realised just how much work he had to do in order to earn his keep, let alone what he would have to do to once he actually impressed a dragon.

"Varan, where were you before coming to Dalibor?" he asked conversationally.

Generally, there were more Holders than crafters and those born in Weyrs. He wasn't entirely certain of that fact but it seemed to him that most people, once they arrived at the Weyr, wished to forget their former lives. Not so much because they disliked it but rather because of all the information they would need to store in relation to becoming a Rider.

Unlike Varan, there was no method to Corian's food grabbing. He reached out left, right and center, grabbing whatever happened to be before him. His plate was by no means piled high according to the standards of a growing boy... A girl, on the other hand, may have looked upon the plate and wondered where exactly the food all went. Like many other males, Corian seemed to have a botomless pit of a stomach. Corian also followed Varan's lead in filling himself a mug of klah grateful for the refreshing taste. It practically woke him up from his slightly overtired state.

When Varan stated that he'd been a trader Corian couldn't help but feel jealous. Varan had probably traveled the whole of Pern already and knew almost everywhere one could go. Corian had at least been to a couple of Weyrs. He decided to answer the questions Varan had posed of him before pestering him for more information on being a trader.

"I'm a Harper! Can't you tell from my great voice? Well... I was a harper, I was born in Benden to two Harpers... Moved here when we heard about it being new, my parents were always a little eccentric. And I was searched soon after I started my apprenticeship... Lucky me!" He answered and then began eating some spice rolls on his plate.

Corian laughed in good humour when he picked up the dry note to Varan's voice. Apparently he too had picked that Corian wasn't all that suited to being a Harper at all. The only thing he had really enjoyed had been the drums, bashing everything in sight with the most energy possible. He could have probably pursued this but had been far more inclined to accept the proposal of becoming a candidate. Having the chance of doing something only few ever dared to dream about. He smiled and bit into some of his food with all the enthusiasm of one who was completely famished. Of course, this was not really the case, it was more that whenever Corian thought of food he ate it quicker than someone could see. He nodded a little when Varan mentioned something about Benden being an interesting place.

"Been at Dalibor for a while now. Stood twice and failed twice but that's alright because I'll bet that the dragon for me isn't here yet." He replied smiling, "It's going to be great to finally impress though."
He could not keep the wistful tone from his voice as he spoke. He cleared his throat and shook his head a little. He simply needed to remember that next impression would be his time. He just had to keep his mind on what was happening and not those dragons who had been killed on the sands.
"You looking forward to the next hatching?" He asked.

It was in a while, he knew, probably a turn or so but that didn't mean that he waited with apprehension and excitement for the next one. He didn't think any of the Queens were going to be clutching but some of the other dragons might have been close to rising...

(ooc: should we start wrapping it up...? After they've finished breakfast perhaps...?)