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It meant new duties and chores, many of which were the same as they had been during the night. One of his first assignments as a day wher candidate sounded like the most enjoyable, and would allow him to get to know more about the creatures in question in an up close and personal capacity: shadowing a specific handler for a number of days, during which time he would be taught how to care for the beasts, how to tend to his duties as a dayhandler, among other things (so he assumed). He found he was actually looking forward to it, as he wanted to know more about the creatures he might one day be involved with.
He knew the name of the pair he was to shadow, and had been informed to meet them in the dayhandler apartments bright and early in the morning. He'd fetched two mugs of klah from the kitchens on his way through, and even a small basket of rolls and sweets he'd made the night before. A proper breakfast for them both, something to drink, and then they could get down to business. Unless the handler in question wanted to get started immediately, in which case he would sip from his klah in between lectures and on hand tutorials.
Upon arriving outside of the apartments, he didn't see anyone yet, and assumed they were still waking up or getting prepared. That was fine by him, he could wait. Besides, as of right now, his time was his mentor's time, and so he would wait as long as needed. While he did so, set the basket at his feet, made sure the klah he'd fetched was steady, and leaned against the wall to sip from his own drink. He wondered, not for the first time since accepting the "search" what he would bond to, if anything. He didn't really care what color he ended up connected to, so long as it was something. Maybe having a bond would help him forget, maybe it would help nudge him toward seeing a mindhealer about the residual guilt he still felt. He wasn't sure of any of that, though he did know that the bond wasn't going to fix everything. Just put a little starch in his backbone to keep him from slouching and putting it off for a day that might never be.
He heard the door to the building he was at start to open, and he reached down to grab hold of the mug and basket. He wasn't sure if it would be his mentor or not, but he didn't want to have anything be knocked over. He waited to see who would reveal themselves, then saw it was a man. He nodded his head in greeting, then leaned back against the wall once again. He would just have to force patience into his body. When his mentor arrived, they arrived, and he couldn't rush them - he was, after all, just a candidate.