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Whistle While You Work (Open; Candidates?)
Topic Started: Nov 6 2011, 03:02 AM (409 Views)
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(( I'm happy to keep playing this as long as you two are. ^^ ))

Breantur shrugged, accepting Tiael's interest. It was true, he wasn't a base apprentice who didn't know a back-stitch from an over-stitch. He wasn't sure about his teaching skills, but his Weaverly abilities were not in doubt. The Journeyman wasn't shy per se so much as he didn't like presenting a false image of himself. There were things he saw himself as capable of and things he wasn't so sure about... and of course things he was very sure he couldn't do. He supposed he'd just have to learn how to teach better as he went along and hope it didn't go too badly. "Sure then, if y'want to. I've always got summat lyin' about, needin' attention. Bring yer own cloth n'such, though, as I can't be having someone as isn't even a 'prentice practicin' on my commision-work." A gentle smile on the round, pale-skinned Northerner's face took away any bite there might have been in his words. It wasn't personal; it was just not ethical for him to do that.

When the conversation turned to what colors one hoped to ride, Breantur shrugged again, his expression thoughtful but somewhat pensive. "Tell th' truth, I'm twenty-three Turns old. I ain't got time t'be picky. I'd take a three-legged flightless green if she wanted me. I mean, I guess men're s'posed'ta want bronzes or coppers an' whatnot, but..." He shrugged a third time, feeling uneloquent, and scratched at his hair, setting his work down in his lap. Might as well take a break. He didn't socialize enough with the other Candidates. "I'm a simple man," he explained. "A workin' man. I ain't no leader-type. I'll be 'appy with whatever comes t'me."
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Tiael grinned and nodded. "I think I can manage that, may as well practice on my own things. They can't get any worse." She commented, peering down at her shirt almost disdainfully. It was nothing compared to some of the things she used to own, something that was still rather a sore point for the girl. Still, she could hopefully make some minor improvements and then trade some things up at the next Gather for some better clothes. Or, if she got impatient, pay Brantur with some of her smaller items if he was willing. "Thank you, I can see you're quite busy as it is. I should be a quick learner though." Had she ever tried to darn a thing in her life? No. Would she probably regret the claim? Yes, but she wasn't one to be put off from a little inexperience.

At Arryn's insistence that she would be on the sands Tiael nodded and wound a lock of her hair round her finger absentmindedly. "I've never been to a hatching so I'm, more than a bit curious." She confessed to the pair.

Listening to both of their views on colours, she found herself reflecting on her own preferences. Thoughtfully she tugged on her hair before finally speaking. "I think, I'd prefer a fighting colour as well. I can't see me sitting in a hot cavern for sevendays at a time." Breantur's explanation seemed to fit the man's rather laid back approach to things thus far. He worked, he did what he needed to do and he didn't mind what got thrown his way. "An adaptable attitude is a good thing in any team, I'd imagine as part of a wing it's essential." She commented, trying to picture Breantur leading a Wing for a moment. Possible, he was calm and methodical; though whether he could command the respect of his peers....she wasn't so sure. Come to think of it, could she see herself leading in any capacity?....She wanted to think she'd be good for the job, but it would require her to think more outside of her own personal box and the candidate wasn't sure she was quite ready for something like that.

"So where are you both from?" She asked, curious about the two that would be joining her on the hatching sands soon enough. She pulled over a stout wooden chair and turned it round, straddled the seat and leaned her arms over the back, chin resting between them on the cool wood.
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Arryn shifted into a more comfortable position, folding her legs beneath her. Now that the conversation was up and running she had at least temporarily forgotten about her weariness. She listened quietly as the others voiced their thoughts about what they might or might like to impress. She glances slyly at Breantur, Well since Indith impressed T'vor I suppose if there is a Garnet there is a chance a male Candidate could impress her." The girl said nonchalantly, with a teasing twinkle in her brown eyes. "Sitting in a hatching cavern trying to keep a Queen anything like Indith happy would be a trial for sure." Arryn agreed with Tiael.

Arryn answered Tiael's next question readily, Vaioa, not the Weyr of course. My fathers raises herdbeasts. That's how I was Searched. A rider came to check on the tithe and that was that." The girl said with a grin as she remembered the day. A life that had once been fairly predictable and routine had been changed completely. All for the better she liked to think, though her mother probably wouldn't have agreed.

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Nodding to Tiael, Breantur glanced automatically at her clothing when she disparaged it. To him, it didn't look all that bad. Certainly it was workaday clothing, not a fine Gather getup, but he hardly expected people without the skills to make their own clothing to go about in work clothes that looked as sharp as his tended to... at least, at first, before they got broken in during Candidate duties that did not involve his Weaverly skills. But if she had been previously used to finer things, he could understand why she'd be disdainful of what she currently wore. He'd had to wear much worse in the past, though, so he let it pass without comment, instead saying simply, "I look forward to it, though I 'ope your confidence in my teachin' ain't misplaced," he added with a small smile, shrugging with one-shoulder.

At the suggestion that a garnet might choose him, Breantur shook his head ruefully. "Faranth knows I ain't no fool; if some newborn garnet were t'look my way, I wouldn't 'ave much choice, would I? But I rather 'ope one don't, t'be honest." His face, somewhat round-cheeked thanks to his minor but noticeable extra weight, took on a thoughtful expression as he considered the idea of Impression more. "Th' more I think on it, th' more I think I'd like a figh'ing beast. I dunno 'ow I'd do with a garnet, bronze, or copper cos like I said, I'm a simple man. Give me instructions, I can follow 'em, and within my own little sphere," he conceded, gesturing to the half-finished project lying neglected in his lap, "I can even give instructions at times, per'aps. Leadin' men, an' women," he added, glancing at his conversation-mates, "into combat's another mat'er though. Not t'mention th'day-t'-day runnin's of a Weyr, seein' to th' tithes, makin' sure all's got enough fodder an' all. Dunno if I got what it takes," he admitted candidly. "Men don't look t'Weavers fer leadership. They look to us fer what's needed t'get things done. But not fer leadership." His grin was rueful, but genuine. He didn't seem to regret the fact he described.

The conversation shifted to where they had been born, and the Journeyman shifted uncomfortably in his chair, crossing and then uncrossing his legs restlessly. After Arryn finished speaking, he replied slowly, "I'm of the 'Igh Reaches originally, up in the back 'ills at the foot of th' Snowy Wastes. I grew up there, any'ow, but I moved to th' Weavercraft'all soon as I could. Then once I walked th' tables, I ended up at Vaioa 'old after a few other postings, an' I got Searched there." It was very subtle, but he seemed a touch embarrassed to admit where he had grown up, as if there were something shameful about having been a desperately poor, uneducated child. Even now he was educated only in the Weavercraft and was only marginally literate, a fact he went out of his way to hide.
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Tiael chuckled a little as Arryn mentioned the notion of another Garnet impressing a male candidate, Breantur seeming to shy away from the idea almost immediately. The comment about Indith made her wrinkle her nose a little too. "Not one to keep happy very easily no. Though, she is impressive." Tiael said almost wistfully, thinking of the great Garnet queen and the eggs she sat guarding. It wasn't as though anyone would dare annoy her, the transfer's reputation had spread like wildfire on her arrival, a temper on her to match a tunnelsnakes and the wit of a Queen made her rather formidable.

As Breantur expanded on why he wouldn't make a particularly good leader, Tiael pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Just because you're a weaver, doesn't mean you can't be a good leader though. You have Masters in your craft, they lead in a way...though into combat would be another matter." Shrugging after a moment she looked back at the Journeyman. "I don't know, call me odd if you will but I think it depends entirely on the individual as to who makes a good leader, not what profession they have. You may even surprise yourself on the sands." She said with a smile.

As she settled against the back of the chair, she listened to the others eagerly. Arryn was a local, someone who knew this place well and the surrounding lands then. Breantur was, a little like herself, a bit estranged in this new place but making the best of things. "So if I ever need to know where something is, you'd be the person to ask then." She said cheerfully, glancing to Arryn. "It must be nice, to be so familiar with a place." The thoughtful comment escaped her before she'd realised it was going to slip out. Blinking swiftly, she glanced at the floor for a moment and cleared her throat. She was smiling again as she lifted her gaze though, the momentary ruffle to her feathers settled. Breantur hadn't seemed entirely comfortable with his background either, though she was unsure if it was a good idea to push him or not just yet. She was curious about what was wrong with his upbringing but, people could be funny about it sometimes she knew. "Coming to live in a desert must have been a bit of a shock." She commented to him, glazing over his embarrassment. "Was it hard to cope with at first?"
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