Time - Chores Time (13th candlemark)
Location - Weyr Archives
Under normal circumstances, the start chores signalled to Angela that it was time to slip off to her craft. Losing herself to the archives was one of the few chances she had to escape the company of her peers, which often seemed endless, but on one particular day, Angela failed to escape fast enough. She had dallied, if only to admire Iktomith while K'rios began to hand out assignments to the non-crafter candidates, but before she could move off to her cot, he called on her help.
She was loath to ever deny the man, though she accepted his summoning with undeniable reluctance. "Yes?" asked the candidate of her superior.
His request actually flattered her, if only to a certain extent. Several storage rooms in the archives needed to be reorganised, and due to the delicate and valuable materials of the archives, he wanted her to help sort through the items to make sure nothing of consequence was discarded, and nothing of unimportance was kept. Deep down, part of Angela wondered if Zanyallen was not better suited for the task, but then she recognised that the journeyman's time was far more valuable than that of an apprentice's, and therefore it should be her duty to guide the other candidates.
I am a senior apprentice after all. Angela might not be her sister, but she liked to think herself good enough at her craft to sort out a closet or two. With a quiet nod, Angela agreed.
After changing into a fresh set of attire, and slipping her apprentice knots to hang from her shoulder, Angela gathered her hybrids and made her way down to the archives. A knot of candidates waited by the doors, goofing around by the looks of it. Even more intimidating was the fact most of them had several turns on her. At fifteen, Angela was certainly one of the younger candidates of the barracks, and yet now they were under her ward. She coughed to gain their attention, and hoped they would not give her too much of a hard time. Fortunately, the storage closets were in the line of sight of several journeymen hard at work.
"Hello, I'm Angela. As K'rios said, we have some rooms to clear out. You three can take on this room, you three on this one, and you and I-" she pointed to one of the girl candidates, Sianca? "-can work on the last one. The bags here are meant for rubbish only. Please don't put any hides of any kind in there. If it is blank, or has only a handful of sentence on it, put it in one pile-" she would give it to the journeymen to reuse, for a manuscript of any sort was far too valuable to waste "-If there is anything important on it, put it in another pile, and I'll look over it. Please, don't throw anything away, and do what you can to keep it in order. Same goes for binding. Set it aside, but don't throw it away. Anything else like dry inkwells, broken quills, rusty pen knives, worn threads, etc... you can toss that." Angela hoped she could trust them to use their heads. "If you have any questions, just ask."
Now that everything was sorted, she gave them a nod as a signal that they could get to work. Whether they actually did was they were told though... She tried not to think about it. Instead, she looked to Sianca, albeit sheepishly. "I hope that wasn't too much of a word salad." Did everyone understand her? She had never given orders before, and hoped she did not muck it up or forget anything important.