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Spin that Wineskin!; OPEN for all you candidates out there
Topic Started: Apr 2 2012, 12:01 AM (261 Views)
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The dark days were past. Tahven wasn’t sure how he had drifted so far into depression but every day was a breath of fresh air to him now. After the last hatching everything had gone south. I mean, he hadn’t impressed any of the thirty-two hatchlings, but in the small scale it wasn’t so bad. After all he’d been to many other hatchings and he hadn’t impressed there either right? Besides he had Nim now. His luck was turning and he felt incredibly positive even though no eggs were hardening on the sands. A trill sounded in his ear and he turned his head to smile.

Nim pressed her tiny head against his cheek humming amicably as Tahven gently scratched her back. She was still young for a firelizard, but the little creatures grew so quickly! Honesty he couldn’t see her growing much anyways, sure was tiny for a green. Still Nim had been the one to give him hope again, for now she was paramount in his life. The joy she’d given him had helped him come up with a new idea of his own. With the candidate barracks cleared out since the last hatching it only made sense for new candidates to arrive. So far he hadn’t been able to get to know any of them. That was probably his own fault, what with his fall into depression, but he hoped to fix that now.

Smiling Tahven stood back from his work and nodded. It wasn’t much, but he had to scrape by with a candidate’s pay and what he could get the kitchen drudges to give him. Thankfully the kitchens had been happy to help now that the holds were tithing again. So there was some Benden wine, though it wasn’t the finest, and there was a good amount of food, but only what they would normally have for dinner anyways. No harpers or entertainment, but hopefully a little get together would be all they needed. Thread would be falling again soon and the candidates would need to band together just like the other riders. He had heard that Ebylin had put on quite the affair for the riders and some weyrlings, well the candidates could surely use some relaxation as well.

Setting everything up in the common room had taken him awhile, but thankfully he had managed to convince Merilla to let him take care of it instead of afternoon chores. Now everyone would be free to join. By having the get together here they could relax in the pools if they wanted or simply converse in the common room. Smiling Tahven absentmindedly patted Nim on the head, only to wince as she nipped at his finger. Well if she wanted to sleep he’d just let her be. With a low rumble she snuggled closer to his neck and rested. With a sigh the candidate shook his head and made sure all was ready for his fellow candidates. There was more than enough wine, hopefully, and a good amount of food. This would be a good end to their busy week.

((It’s a poor post but I figured the candidates need to get to know each other, so why not have some fun while they’re at it? Things are set up in the common room for everyone and of course those heated pools aren’t far. Anyone up for spin the wineskin?))
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Gale trudged toward the barracks, rolling and rubbing her neck after a long day of chores. Sisco cavorted above her, sending her happy thoughts about the evening air. She smiled a bit, glad one of them was having fun. She was so worn out she couldn't wait to get back to her room and curl up in her furs.

She stopped in her tracks at the entrance to the common room and looked around in bald surprise. The normally plain space had been converted into a party room. She wondered what the occasion could be. Someone's turnday, perhaps? She spotted Tahven and stepped toward him as Sisco swooped in and landed on her shoulder.

"What's all this?," she asked. She spotted the food laid out and forgot her fatigue in favor of growling hunger. She'd been so eager to get home she hadn't even stopped for dinner.
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It was the smell that struck him first. Food odors were not normal for the barracks, unless something someone had left forgotten someplace counted, but those scents were hardly appetizing. These odors made Tallyn's mouth water and his stomach rumbled in agreement, reminding him that is was in fact nearly dinner time. He was curious as to why there would be food in the barracks. He couldn't recall any notices or mention of a celebration, but these days he was often too lost in his own thoughts to pay attention to the what went on around him. He pushed a hand through his thick, brown hair as he stepped into the Common Area, pausing to take in the scene before him. Someone had obviously spent some time preparing the area and bringing in food and thankfully wine. It wasn't as grand of a hatching feast, but some time had obviously been put into the arrangement of food and drink.

With just the hint of a smile Tallyn moved toward Tahven and Gale, nodding to both. He suspected Tahven was to thank for this. It seemed unlikely one of the newer Candidates would have attempted to put something like this together. "Is this your handy work I see Tahven? He asked, before eying the wine. One thing he didn't want was a repeat his actions during the hatching feast. Well at least not the getting incredibly drunk part, maybe he'd keep it to just slightly drunk this time. He grabbed a small slice of meat with his fingers, popping it into his mouth. Though it was regular dinner fare it was still good. "Is there some special occasion I didn't hear about?" He asked, licking the juice from the meat off a finger.
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Spending a long day cleaning herdbeast pens wasn't foreign or at all repulsive to Balusc, it was the most normal thing he could have possibly been assigned to do. He was comfortable with the amount of physical effort it required of him, satisfied to feel the aching heat in his muscles. It meant he'd done something. He'd been a herder, so his chore list was more a reminder of home than anything else. Coming back to the Barracks, his stomach complained and gurgled, and he smirked, patting it. Running on empty, he had the sense at least to know he needed to switch a shirt out if he was going to grab a bite from the kitchen.

His one track mind nearly had him rush right through the Common area, almost too distracted by his goal to obtain food to notice the food and wine laid out there for everyone. He nose reminded him all too late of the meat smells around him.

"Ooh-hoo, what's this?"

Cocking an eyebrow, he turned to admire the well dressed table of edibles, a smile that pulled his ears back slowly and overwhelmed his face. Releasing an audible, pleased sigh, Balusc slapped his hands together as he approached the same tray of meat already being sampled from.

"Heh!" Eagerly reaching around the slim, brown-haired fellow, not entirely caring if he's bumped elbows, Balusc snatched up several slices of meat and shoved them right into his mouth. Mid-chew through a puffy-cheeked mouthful, he's come to realize there's a bottle of wine nearby and he claims the entire thing for himself, taking it back to a seat with him. Should there be more, he'll be glad to take them back to his room later if no one was going to drink with him. No sense in wasting it. He's barely aware of the other people in the room and already he has an after-plan for the wine.
The smell Balusc seems to bring to the Common room isn't all that pleasant, a stale hay, sweat and cattle kind of stink. It's familiar to him enough however that he doesn't seem to notice it.
Kicking his legs out far and settling into a chair, he opens the collar of his shirt a bit more to air out. Balusc takes a very long gulp from the bottle to wash the meat down and sputters out an audible 'ah'. A compliment, in his own way.

He may have vaguely heard someone's name and he did at least notice attentions were turned to one man. Narrowing his eyes on Tahven, he rubs his chin, and nods approvingly. This guy certainly looked like someone who got things done. He was likely responsible.

"Hn. Good wine!" he held up the bottle just briefly before bringing it to his lips again. The thought crosses his mind that maybe this catered party had been scraped and saved for. There was nothing glamorous about the life of a candidate, but to Balusc, it was rude not to make the most of someone's generosity. He doesn't seem to be entirely aware of how unrefined he was acting. This was Balusc, normally.
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