29.Jun.13, 05:40 PM
Casa had just begin to recognize enough of the candidates around the Weyr that she even felt comfortable peeking throughout the Candidate Barracks. Technically, she could come here if she wanted - she was 13 now, and Weyrbrat to boot, which meant she could stand if she wanted. But she had always figured that people were Candidates for a reason, and they were the ones who were meant to Impress. She didn't really have much of a head for politics at 13 either, and from what she could tell, dragons meant politics. And kissing. Kissing was gross.
That being said, she did like most of the candidates, and they were friendly enough, if you took to mind that some of them needed to adjust. Some of them were just plain rude, and she tended to avoid them. It being a less work heavy day, she had come to see who was around, and to see if there were any unfamiliar faces to make friends with. Creeping into the quarters, it seemed to be rather quiet today. None of the classrooms seemed to be occupied at the moment, either. She was willing to bet her next bubbly pie they were all oogling over the eggs in the current clutches. That's what Candidates did. They ooh'd and aah'd.
Padding down the hallways, she shook her head and grinned wryly. Eggs. They certainly were pretty, and there was definitely something to be said for the excitement that came with the Hatchings. She peeked her head into one of the rooms, seeing if anyone was around. It was empty, but she quickly forgot her search when she spotted something shiny in the room. She glanced around before slipping in, sitting on the bed opposite the shelf with the pretty things on it. What were they? Glass? They were beautiful! She wondered who had made them. She really liked them.
That being said, she did like most of the candidates, and they were friendly enough, if you took to mind that some of them needed to adjust. Some of them were just plain rude, and she tended to avoid them. It being a less work heavy day, she had come to see who was around, and to see if there were any unfamiliar faces to make friends with. Creeping into the quarters, it seemed to be rather quiet today. None of the classrooms seemed to be occupied at the moment, either. She was willing to bet her next bubbly pie they were all oogling over the eggs in the current clutches. That's what Candidates did. They ooh'd and aah'd.
Padding down the hallways, she shook her head and grinned wryly. Eggs. They certainly were pretty, and there was definitely something to be said for the excitement that came with the Hatchings. She peeked her head into one of the rooms, seeing if anyone was around. It was empty, but she quickly forgot her search when she spotted something shiny in the room. She glanced around before slipping in, sitting on the bed opposite the shelf with the pretty things on it. What were they? Glass? They were beautiful! She wondered who had made them. She really liked them.