Post by Kiran on Dec 4, 2013 17:13:31 GMT -5
Milord did everything he was assigned to perfection. As good as he could do it, the Candidate put his all into trying to ensure that he would be the perfect Candidate, the one who would Impress the best dragon, the one who would garner the praise and accolades of his teachers and classmates and perhaps, one day, the entire weyr. He wanted it so badly he could almost taste it.
Or, more accurately, currently he could almost taste the bread that was burning in the oven. He swore, opening up the hatch and seeing browner-than-average loaves baking away. THe one chore that was the bane of his life, baking. Milord loathed it, but what could he do? Chucking them into a nearby bowl - the waste was good for scraps for wherries and other various beasts kept for food, at least - he scowled fiercely at the burning bread. Almost. This time he had almost managed it. He was certain that he had mixed everything properly, but too long in the oven! The next time he would manage it.
His mood fouled by the mistake, Milord stomped over to where he had been mixing the next batch of bread for the evening meal. His eyes crossed over to where a boy was entering. Another Candidate, it looked like, someone to help. Milord snorted. He had been there nearly half a candlemark before simply to get a head start on things. Why waste time?
The memory of the burnt bread made the confident smirk that had started forming on his lips drop back into a scowl, but he quickly smoothed out his expression. It wouldn't do to appear rude to another Candidate. Milord started mixing the batter once more, no longer distracted by his previous failure. "Afternoon. If you go to your left, you'll find several of the items you need to begin. We are working over here. If there is anything else you need..." ask someone else ".... I'll be happy to help." The barest minimum that he had to speak to the Candidate about. Milord didn't know his name, didn't care to know, and didn't bother to introduce himself. Perhaps a small breach of etiquette but they were only going to be working together for a short period today. Perhaps if they worked together another time Milord would bother. As it stood it was likely that the boy didn't care to know Milord's name, either, and that was something that the Candidate was happy to entertain.
After all, it was a pain to deal with the snickers and comments 'Milord' brought about. Better to not invite them to begin with.
Or, more accurately, currently he could almost taste the bread that was burning in the oven. He swore, opening up the hatch and seeing browner-than-average loaves baking away. THe one chore that was the bane of his life, baking. Milord loathed it, but what could he do? Chucking them into a nearby bowl - the waste was good for scraps for wherries and other various beasts kept for food, at least - he scowled fiercely at the burning bread. Almost. This time he had almost managed it. He was certain that he had mixed everything properly, but too long in the oven! The next time he would manage it.
His mood fouled by the mistake, Milord stomped over to where he had been mixing the next batch of bread for the evening meal. His eyes crossed over to where a boy was entering. Another Candidate, it looked like, someone to help. Milord snorted. He had been there nearly half a candlemark before simply to get a head start on things. Why waste time?
The memory of the burnt bread made the confident smirk that had started forming on his lips drop back into a scowl, but he quickly smoothed out his expression. It wouldn't do to appear rude to another Candidate. Milord started mixing the batter once more, no longer distracted by his previous failure. "Afternoon. If you go to your left, you'll find several of the items you need to begin. We are working over here. If there is anything else you need..." ask someone else ".... I'll be happy to help." The barest minimum that he had to speak to the Candidate about. Milord didn't know his name, didn't care to know, and didn't bother to introduce himself. Perhaps a small breach of etiquette but they were only going to be working together for a short period today. Perhaps if they worked together another time Milord would bother. As it stood it was likely that the boy didn't care to know Milord's name, either, and that was something that the Candidate was happy to entertain.
After all, it was a pain to deal with the snickers and comments 'Milord' brought about. Better to not invite them to begin with.
