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27.Jan.13, 07:06 PM
Mevrit was not an idle individual. She usually had to have her hands into something, so passing the time usually was no issue. However, the morning had been spent cleaning clothes... which hadn't taken that long. So, her morning was spent wandering around pretending like she was doing something. It silently drove her crazy. Mevrit needed to make her way over to the Crafting Hall, but she did not want to arrive too early... and poor planning had left the best part of day with little to do. Her current chores and other duties she picked up along the side, while satisfying, were a bit mind numbing. She wanted a new challenge, wanted to get her hands dirty and feel like she was actually accomplishing something. Her work ethic would always remain intact, but her drive was being made stagnant.
Reflecting on her current situation did help to pass a little more time. She supposed she could go visit her twins, but she had given them up for a reason. The boys were probably far better off with a surrogate mother than their actual one. Mevrit wasn't even sad to reflect upon that truth. It was simply a fact. Mevrit was not a maternal individual, and while she felt something for her babies she realized they were better of without her and she without them. Raising babies would give her something to do, but she would feel too tied down by the responsibility of raising them right. She wanted her life free to achieve whatever it was that she wanted.
Today she was going to achieve a hair cut.
That thought kind of made her regret giving her twins up to the lower caverns.
It was time now to head to the Craft Hall. Mevrit changed clothes in the Candidates Barracks, idly chit chatting with Rhaedalyn about some bluerider she was currently swooning over. Mevrit tried to politely inform her that dragonriders weren't really her type. The girl needed someone who would be steady with her. Why didn't she look towards the men who hadn't Impressed? Or girls. Mevrit couldn't quite confirm that Rhaedalyn was completely into boys, so she liked to be polite by keeping her mind open to the possibility that Rhaedalyn liked both genders.
When she was dressed in an attire she considered resistant to getting hair stuck into the folds of fabric, she made her way to the Craft Hall. Mevrit was early, but it was like Mevrit to be early. She did not understand why some people would want to be late to any sort of event or meeting. The young woman recognized a Candidate, but she hardly knew him enough to know what his craft was. His hair was very nice, and he was standing fairly close to the area where the barber usually was.
"Vian?" she was always very good with names, but she could never tell the twins apart. "You cut hair, correct? I would really like to... chop this all off." She pulled her dark hair over her shoulder to show the length. Mevrit didn't realize she had made the mistake of assuming Vian had a craft.
Reflecting on her current situation did help to pass a little more time. She supposed she could go visit her twins, but she had given them up for a reason. The boys were probably far better off with a surrogate mother than their actual one. Mevrit wasn't even sad to reflect upon that truth. It was simply a fact. Mevrit was not a maternal individual, and while she felt something for her babies she realized they were better of without her and she without them. Raising babies would give her something to do, but she would feel too tied down by the responsibility of raising them right. She wanted her life free to achieve whatever it was that she wanted.
Today she was going to achieve a hair cut.
That thought kind of made her regret giving her twins up to the lower caverns.
It was time now to head to the Craft Hall. Mevrit changed clothes in the Candidates Barracks, idly chit chatting with Rhaedalyn about some bluerider she was currently swooning over. Mevrit tried to politely inform her that dragonriders weren't really her type. The girl needed someone who would be steady with her. Why didn't she look towards the men who hadn't Impressed? Or girls. Mevrit couldn't quite confirm that Rhaedalyn was completely into boys, so she liked to be polite by keeping her mind open to the possibility that Rhaedalyn liked both genders.
When she was dressed in an attire she considered resistant to getting hair stuck into the folds of fabric, she made her way to the Craft Hall. Mevrit was early, but it was like Mevrit to be early. She did not understand why some people would want to be late to any sort of event or meeting. The young woman recognized a Candidate, but she hardly knew him enough to know what his craft was. His hair was very nice, and he was standing fairly close to the area where the barber usually was.
"Vian?" she was always very good with names, but she could never tell the twins apart. "You cut hair, correct? I would really like to... chop this all off." She pulled her dark hair over her shoulder to show the length. Mevrit didn't realize she had made the mistake of assuming Vian had a craft.
