Post by Maggie on Sept 11, 2013 14:44:12 GMT -5
{desc=For Davalla, Idra and Kaydian}The pantry had never looked so tidy. Kaydian beamed at his work. Despite the cooks not wanting him to work in the kitchen with them anymore, they had refused to lethim get out of kitchen duties. He was secretly glad about that. It did feel really nice to know that even though he had messed up and been such a bother, they still thought he could be useful. He did like being useful. Even though Yusk liked to reassure him, he was still certain that one day the Weyr would decide that he was useless and they would send him back to Bitra.
He was happy here, for the first time in his life and he had resolved to work hard to stay here. He had tentatively managed to make a few friends both in his fellow candidates and among the weyrfolk, although he wasn't too sure if Seidon and Seph would consider his worshipful stalking real friendship. He had been overjoyed when the Candidatemasters told him that he had been requested by the cooks to put his obsessive organising skills to work in the pantry where they kept the dry goods. Knowing kitchens, the order would be messed up fairly quickly, but Kaydian didn't mind. For now, everything was exactly perfect. He had a storage room to finish organising, but that shouldn't be so hard, since it was mostly extra flour sacks, beans and long-term stores which meant less though bigger items.
He hummed to himself as he made his way to the storeroom, Pretty harmonising on his shoulder. Flare was... somewhere. The little black was always exploring. He looked up in surprise when he saw someone else approaching. It made sense that he would have help, but he hadn't really expected it. He froze for a second, then ducked his head shyly in greeting. He recognisedher as one of the former Holdless, something that made him very uneasy. Holdless were scary. He'd heard stories about them. Pretty cooed gently at him, showing him an image of his perfectly organised pantry to try and soothe him. He chanced another nervous look at the girl. "Um, are you, um, going to help with the store room?" he asked.
Flare popped out from between with a triumphant trill, dropping a large dead bug at Pretty. She caught it in midair and devoured it, cooing her thanks at him. The skunk-striped black paused, spotting the other Candidate. With a proper chirp, he flapped over to her and proffered a claw to shake.
He was happy here, for the first time in his life and he had resolved to work hard to stay here. He had tentatively managed to make a few friends both in his fellow candidates and among the weyrfolk, although he wasn't too sure if Seidon and Seph would consider his worshipful stalking real friendship. He had been overjoyed when the Candidatemasters told him that he had been requested by the cooks to put his obsessive organising skills to work in the pantry where they kept the dry goods. Knowing kitchens, the order would be messed up fairly quickly, but Kaydian didn't mind. For now, everything was exactly perfect. He had a storage room to finish organising, but that shouldn't be so hard, since it was mostly extra flour sacks, beans and long-term stores which meant less though bigger items.
He hummed to himself as he made his way to the storeroom, Pretty harmonising on his shoulder. Flare was... somewhere. The little black was always exploring. He looked up in surprise when he saw someone else approaching. It made sense that he would have help, but he hadn't really expected it. He froze for a second, then ducked his head shyly in greeting. He recognisedher as one of the former Holdless, something that made him very uneasy. Holdless were scary. He'd heard stories about them. Pretty cooed gently at him, showing him an image of his perfectly organised pantry to try and soothe him. He chanced another nervous look at the girl. "Um, are you, um, going to help with the store room?" he asked.
Flare popped out from between with a triumphant trill, dropping a large dead bug at Pretty. She caught it in midair and devoured it, cooing her thanks at him. The skunk-striped black paused, spotting the other Candidate. With a proper chirp, he flapped over to her and proffered a claw to shake.
