| Gavael - @Ember
While other candidates might bounce on their toes from the swell of excitement, Angela had tread this path far too many times before. Even if she could touch the eggs, she had stood at enough hatchings and faced enough rejection that it was near impossible for her to believe in herself. In the back of her mind, she could hear Emalia scold her, telling her these things took time, but Angela had never been the most patient with such things. Yet... part of her still stole peeks from time to time down the corridor where flecks of the queenrider could be seen. It was an old feeling, a warmth of hope. Though it no longer burned with the thrilling excitement like it did in some of the others, she could not deny the gentle flicker of its presence still lingering within her. Maybe this time would be different.
Having support also always helped. Sianca had become her best friend over the last turn, while having her old friend, Gavael, at her side certainly did help to ease the bitterness she often held towards candidacy. When he appeared in the barracks a day or so after the gather, Angela gave him a rare smile. "Glad you could finally join us. Took you long enough, you know,"
she teased the newly made candidate. "Is this your new turn resolution?"
They had their time to catch up, enough for him to tell her what the north was like and how her sister was doing. Weeks later, Angela still found herself relieved to have him back. Now if only Emalia would come back...
When Dirce approached, Angela brought her thoughts back to the present and listened carefully to what the queenrider said. It all seemed rather standard. Respect the queen and honour her, no pets - Angela made sure to leave her trio back in the barracks with a stern warning, for she did not want to repeat the same mistake her cousin, Faveonn, had made several months earlier - but as for the last... a fish? And Angela had no idea what made her worthy to stand? Was her two turns of dedication, patience and obedience not enough? Now she had to show her submission? Angela nearly snubbed the entire idea, willing to forgo the entire touching if it required so much submission. They lived in a weyr for shards sake, and it felt like rank was being pulled all because they could. Candidates were the lowest of the low, but did they really have to be reminded of this repeatedly?
And yet... Angela did not say no. Though it went against previous traditions for an egg touching, Angela submitted once again and made her way down to the kitchens. At least Amuderudalya was there. Her cousin would be able to help them get the fish they needed. "Come on,"
she motioned to Gavael and Sianca, albeit with a touch of a huff in her voice.
All the way down, she whinged about the demands made of them, and it took a bit to calm her down, at least to give the three of them a chance to seriously consider what in the world they were going to tell Sandalphonth. "I honestly have no idea. I don't even think I'm worthy to stand considering I've been doing this for two turns now."
And bitterly, she thought to herself if she had been Emalia, she would have Impressed by now.
But she could not think of that now, not as they reached the kitchens. Glancing about, she spotted her older cousin who had busied herself with a basket of fish. Carefully, Angela slipped over Amuderudalya, and tapped her. "Dalya?"
she called to her.
The woman glanced over her shoulder and over to candidates. "Angie, what are you doing here? Don't you have lessons right now?"
she asked in a friendly enough manner.
"We do, but... we were sent here to grab a fish for Sandalphonth. We were going to do a touching, but I guess she's hungry."
Another kitchen worker popped their head over to them and scowled. "I take it there's going to be more of you?"
Angela nodded. "Yes. She wants a fish that is... whole, not salted, and still has scales."
The woman shrugged while Amuderudalya set her knife down and stepped over to their basket. "Here..."
Reaching in, she procured a nice big fish for each of them. "Why don't you take these, and I'll make sure the other candidates get their fish. Reyna, will you help me with this basket? It's probably better to meet the candidates at the entrance rather than have them come back here."
"Aye Aye, little Sparrow. I'll help you,"
said the older cook who lumbered over and lowered to help Amuderudalya lift the basket. As she did so, she motioned to the others to get going. "You lot run off now with your fish, and get back to the sands. We'll take care of the rest."
Angela held her fish close and motioned towards her friends to follow her back out. Once they returned to the sands with fishes in hand, Angela waited for confirmation from K'rios, Bellatrix and Dirce before she stepped out onto the sands.
She set the fish in front of her... shards this feels so stupid...
But Angela did not dare say it out loud as she complied with Sandalphonth's wishes. She partially expected the dragon to toss her out regardless, but she waited for the zultanite to pass judgement. As to what to say... From her humble bow, Angela spoke, "I really have no idea what you want me to say. I actually don't know why I'm worthy, other than I've been waiting for two turns for this, being... patient..."
...staying loyal, remaining dedicated, minding all rules, keeping obedient, submitting herself when she could have so easily have walked off.
Angela had no idea what else she could possibly say, other than to be honest, though she was not about to inflate herself to another when it was hardly in her character to praise herself.
Tag - All Candidates
With a basket full of fish between herself and Reyna, Amuderudalya walked out into the entrance between the kitchens, dining hall, and hatching grounds where the candidates would likely come streaming in for their fish. Naturally, some candidates were already heading into the kitchens when they were heading out, and with an irritable voice, Reyna drove them back.
"Out of the kitchens, the lot of you. We have your fish, so be patient."
Step by step, they made their way out, until they reached the space across from the kitchen entrance. There, they began to handout fish to eager hands. As for those who did not see them, Croquembouche, a rather large prize breed fancy flit, squawked out to the candidates before they might try running into the kitchens, and when they looked about in confusion, Amuderudalya called out to them to guide them over to where the fish were being handed out.
Naturally, some still wandered into the kitchen, not entirely paying attention to the favour being done for them, but still, Amuderudalya stood there, emptying the basket little by little with every candidate who came and went. "Reyna, I think we're going to need another basket,"
she warned the woman as she neared the bottom.
The woman, who had seated herself next to the basket to help the baker, rocked herself back to her feet and began to lumber back into the kitchens without a word.
All the while, Amuderudalya smiled at the young candidates, offering them the last of the fish. Right when the panic in some of them might arise, Reyna and another kitchen worker came back with another basket, and Amuderudalya returned to handing out the fish.
"That's the last of it."
"I think it'll be enough,"
Amuderudalya replied as she slipped another fish into a pair of impatient hands.
Adrune arrived at the tail end of the rush, hoping to get his hands on a fish. However, he let the others go first, simply for the fact he could not be bothered to run off like some of the others. When he reached the entrance of the kitchens, while he did spot the knot of candidates, he did not know why they gathered there, for that was not where the kitchen was. Therefore, he moved into the kitchens, only to be halted by the protesting cries of a large starburst fancy flit.
he asked with a bit of surprise. He had half a mind to try again, but before he could, he heard someone call out to him from behind.
"Over here, if you want a fish."
He looked one way, then the other before he turned around fully to see the reason why the candidates did not all rush into the kitchens. There, where the entrance of the dining hall, kitchens, and hatching ground intersected was a young woman with a basket of fish being handed out. It did confuse him, for how did the kitchens know? But he was not about to question his dumb luck as he approached with nod of respect given to the kitche- no... journeywoman, he realised when he saw the cords that hung from her shoulder. "Do you have any more fish there? I'd be very thankful if you did."
She gave a nod and procured a decent sized fish from the basket.
"Thank you, ma'am,"
he answered politely just before he took the fish and made his way back to the sands. As he walked back, he thought about what he was going to say, and had at least somewhat of an idea of what to say. He waited for the adults to give him permission to proceed, especially from Dirce, since it was clear her dragon might be in a slight mood with all of the candidates wanting to touch her eggs. As a beastcrafter who dealt with a fair share of protective mothers and their offspring, Adrune had a good idea as to why that might be. Mothers were very particular when it came to their babes and strangers.
When he did approach, he took a knee before her and slipped the fish forward for her to inspect. "My parents were both riders, and... well... I know how important dragons are, which is why I'm here. I'm also a beastcrafter, so I know how to take good care of anything not a person."
Whether that satisfied her question or not, Adrune did not know, but it was the best, and the most honest answer he could think of.