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23.Feb.12, 10:05 PM
Indivara threw an irritable look over her slim shoulder as she shoved the door leading to Hell open, throwing an ominous "You owe me!" over it as she did so. Whomever the threat was being thrown at was apparently less than worried, as laughter flowed before Indivara kicked the door shut with her foot, her arms being somewhat preoccupied. In them, she held a bundle of clothing; there appeared to be some few dresses included, and from the sleeves and pant legs hanging out, they too were screwed up in the ball of cloth the young girl was hauling with considerable ease, despite the bundles rather's awkward size.
"Hey," she greeted, not really interested in breaking up the conversation between the two candidates (you could always tell a Northerner by their sunburn, irritable expression, explosion of freckles, age or combination there of) as she marched through the room. Her blue eyes gave them both a once over (Talian, master healer, Larrikith's; Breccan, Jr. healer... ) Indivara frowned slightly when she realised she had no idea who stole the young woman; not even a dragon colour! That was not a good sign. Of course, with all the tantrum throwing Indivara had been doing since D'ren had told her in no uncertain terms she was too young (what was one turn?! One!) to Stand, Indivara wasn't really that surprised that her notes on the Northerners were not one hundred percent. Obviously, she would need to work on her ability to both throw an amazing tantrum and still keep up to date on the goings on around her. That, certainly, could be arranged.
Tuttering to herself, Indivara dumped her pile of clothing carelessly in the centre of the room, and gave it a nudge with her foot; she watched as the clothing sprawled, resulting in separating the mass some. The items that became visible varied, in size and style enough to indicate that most of it came from riders and other children. Indivara had gone around collecting from some of the huts closest to her mother's before winning a lift out of the green dragon. The girl had no desire to make clothing - besides the fact that Kerrin had told her in no uncertain terms she failed at it (and Indivara didn't really like being made a fool) she also had no desire to make anything for anyone. There were more interesting things to do, better places to be, and while Candidates were an interesting source of information about the North (having been born in Katila, Indivara knew very little about the lands) they tended to spend a great deal of their time bitching and moping. Frankly, Indivara would rather scrub her mother's green Khainth with a twig than listen to them mope about how they don't want a dragon. Who didn't want a dragon?! Their first trip between obviously addled whatever brains they had!
"You can get away with this chore by just sewing up the dodgy leftovers." She said mildly, speaking to her companions but hardly attempting to claim their attention. "Patch ups, mostly, are all that is expect. Most of the women will go bug the Weyrwoman if they want a gown, and the tailors around the place do a much better job than we ever will." She lifted her gaze, eyes bright as she took in their obvious lack of interest at being in the room she shared with them, and extreme interest in each other. A small smirk flickered over the corner of her lips before she continued, offering a bland explanation as to why they were doing menial chores. "You're kind of expected to heal - it is your craft. The chores are meant to bore you while also mixing you in with the Weyrfolk." The girl shrugged. "I suppose they think you'll cause less trouble or something. Of course, mixing the 'brats in has caused some issues." Her cheerful grin indicated she was usually in the centre of those situations. It hadn't been much issue when Renewed Hope had been the only batch of Candidates - the Weyrbrats had been too young (Indi was one of the eldest born to the Weyr) and the Candidates were seen less as a threat and more as a novelty. As the weyrbrats grew, issues had been cropping up.
Generally speaking, there were more than a few Weyrbrats who were insanely jealous of the Northerners Standing, and the fact that they didn't want to had the tendency to cause scuffles.
"Hey," she greeted, not really interested in breaking up the conversation between the two candidates (you could always tell a Northerner by their sunburn, irritable expression, explosion of freckles, age or combination there of) as she marched through the room. Her blue eyes gave them both a once over (Talian, master healer, Larrikith's; Breccan, Jr. healer... ) Indivara frowned slightly when she realised she had no idea who stole the young woman; not even a dragon colour! That was not a good sign. Of course, with all the tantrum throwing Indivara had been doing since D'ren had told her in no uncertain terms she was too young (what was one turn?! One!) to Stand, Indivara wasn't really that surprised that her notes on the Northerners were not one hundred percent. Obviously, she would need to work on her ability to both throw an amazing tantrum and still keep up to date on the goings on around her. That, certainly, could be arranged.
Tuttering to herself, Indivara dumped her pile of clothing carelessly in the centre of the room, and gave it a nudge with her foot; she watched as the clothing sprawled, resulting in separating the mass some. The items that became visible varied, in size and style enough to indicate that most of it came from riders and other children. Indivara had gone around collecting from some of the huts closest to her mother's before winning a lift out of the green dragon. The girl had no desire to make clothing - besides the fact that Kerrin had told her in no uncertain terms she failed at it (and Indivara didn't really like being made a fool) she also had no desire to make anything for anyone. There were more interesting things to do, better places to be, and while Candidates were an interesting source of information about the North (having been born in Katila, Indivara knew very little about the lands) they tended to spend a great deal of their time bitching and moping. Frankly, Indivara would rather scrub her mother's green Khainth with a twig than listen to them mope about how they don't want a dragon. Who didn't want a dragon?! Their first trip between obviously addled whatever brains they had!
"You can get away with this chore by just sewing up the dodgy leftovers." She said mildly, speaking to her companions but hardly attempting to claim their attention. "Patch ups, mostly, are all that is expect. Most of the women will go bug the Weyrwoman if they want a gown, and the tailors around the place do a much better job than we ever will." She lifted her gaze, eyes bright as she took in their obvious lack of interest at being in the room she shared with them, and extreme interest in each other. A small smirk flickered over the corner of her lips before she continued, offering a bland explanation as to why they were doing menial chores. "You're kind of expected to heal - it is your craft. The chores are meant to bore you while also mixing you in with the Weyrfolk." The girl shrugged. "I suppose they think you'll cause less trouble or something. Of course, mixing the 'brats in has caused some issues." Her cheerful grin indicated she was usually in the centre of those situations. It hadn't been much issue when Renewed Hope had been the only batch of Candidates - the Weyrbrats had been too young (Indi was one of the eldest born to the Weyr) and the Candidates were seen less as a threat and more as a novelty. As the weyrbrats grew, issues had been cropping up.
Generally speaking, there were more than a few Weyrbrats who were insanely jealous of the Northerners Standing, and the fact that they didn't want to had the tendency to cause scuffles.
