Soul in the Flower {OPEN}

Like much of the new Weyr, this is a building built in the Weyr Yard. It is a moderately sized building capable of housing up to 48 candidates of each gender at one time. Dragon candidates, Day wher candidates, and even Watch-wher candidates all are housed in this building.
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Mon Apr 08, 2019 3:58 pm

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Nasa was standing by the flower that she had managed to bring into the candidate barracks. She wasn't entirely allowed to do her craft to the fullest at the moment, but that didn't mean that she had to stop being herself with plants, right? She looked at the pretty flower and she smiled as she put down the small mug of water that she had for it. Her patience was amazing when it came to things, but it was the multitasking that she could do as well. But at the moment, her mind had solely been on that flower, and now that it was taken care of, she was going to see what needed to be done about the barracks.

Nasassa started to look around, and where she saw a mess, she started to clean it. It first started with the dishes that seemed to have made it to the barracks and she placed them on a table to take them to the kitchens later. It's a good thing I have dishes duty today. She thought that with a smile as she continued to work. But she soon got tired and slightly bored, so she went to one of the couches and sat down. She leaned her head back against the back of the couch and she slowly closed her eyes. Chores weren't for a little while, and there was no lesson that she was told about.

So now, she was going to relax. But why was there a feeling that it wasn't going to last too long?
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Right now, Arden was working with thread instead of metal. It made sense, she couldn't get much time to work in the forges on something so - unnecessary. It was true, shaping tiny coils of wire into jewelry did not serve any survival function. But it was beautiful, and required precise attention to detail. Still, there were plenty of things she could do without metal.

She was trying something right now that seemed quite soothing and meditative, actually. She had acquired a box of beads, not particularly special ones, but many tiny little bits of color. She had painstakingly sorted through them, finding the ones that were not usable at all, and separating the usable ones by color. That had taken her free time for several days, and she had used it to calm down every time she got worried about something.

It had worked, and she had been able to keep every meal down since she started. She didn't know whether she was more irritated at the healers for being correct at the cause of her problems, or at herself for being unable to deal with stress without physical symptoms.

Arden probable could have spent the entire evening working with the beads to make a pattern on the braided thread. She had thought about doing this with wire, but she wasn't sure how durable the metal would be once it was thin enough.

She braided together one section of beaded threads, before adding beads in the same pattern. An inch into the new threads, she realized she was out of pale blue beads, and set it down, standing to go to her little box.

Fog chose that moment to pop into the room. Her ridiculously tiny fancy flitt was a spoiled little fellow, and he liked pretty baubles almost as much as she did. Apparently, today, he was quite taken with her project, and she did not notice until she heard the clatter when those last several beads hit the floor as the toy blue flew away with her necklace.

He made it to the common area of the barracks with his new toy, with Arden chasing behind him, regretting her decision to wear skirts that day, as she could not run as easily in them. Fog found another young candidate sleeping, and did not disturb her, not directly. Instead, he dropped his new toy into the mug of water, with a flower in it, to hide it from Arden, before landing on the back of the couch, and cheeping innocently at Arden as she entered the room.
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Everything was peaceful, but she heard the soft fluttering of a flitts wings in her sleep, only to awaken to see a fancy flitt on the back of the couch chirping. She slowly sat up, about to ask him who his bonded was, when another candidate came through into the commons. She looked at the other girl and she smiled softly. "Hello." Her voice was soft as she spoke. She looked between the girl and her flitt though, trying to decipher what he seemed to be chirping about. It was curious to her, even though her words would probably never make it to other ears.

Instead, she looked over at her flower, and she could have sworn that she saw something sparkle in it. "What the?" She got up and walked over to the flower to see some beads on a metal chain. She pulled it out of the flower and she smiled as she looked at the flitt. "Is this yours?" Her words were more directed at the flitt, only because it seemed easier for her to talk louder to him, but the question was also directed at the other candidate.

Nasassa laid the chain on the nearest table to her as she looked at it to make sure that there was no soil or anything in the beads. "I think it is still clean." She offered a small apologetic smile to the other girl. She didn't that her plant would get used as hiding spot.
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Fog poked at the beads playfully, not trying to take them back, but Arden sighed. "It doesn't matter if they are a little dirty, they're easy to clean." She frowned at the toy blue, who was refusing to even act embarrassed or guilty.

"He didn't damage your flower, did he?" she asked, realizing that he had potentially caused more problems than just misplacing her project. Fog trilled cheerfully, ignoring her concerns and Arden approached the other candidate, though her gaze was focused on her mischievous pet.

When she got closer, Fog launched himself, chittering teasingly as he flew to a perch closer to the ceiling. At least he left the beads behind.
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Nasassa chuckled and she shook her head. "The flower is okay. Even if something would have happened, it isn't like it can't be repaired with time. There is no cause to worry." She smiled softly as she looked at the blue who flew away. He seemed to be happy, which was a good thing to Nasa really. She looked back at Arden with the smile still there. It had taken a little bit but she gathered her courage then. "I am sorry, I am a bit shy when it comes to others." Her smile might have faltered a little bit, but she thought she might have caught it in time.

She did extend her hand to the girl though, the smile, hopefully, still there and happy looking. "I am Nasassa, a day wher candidate." Her words were light and happy. Something that would back up the smile that she was trying to give off. Sometimes, it was just harder for her to talk to other humans. Dragonkin came a little easier, why, she didn't fully know. But it was a nice thing to her really. She got to make bonds with not only the rider or handler, but the dragonkin as well.

This also went towards all of the 'lizard pets too. "That looks amazing. Such great craftsmanship put into it." She complimented the girl's work on the beads and the chain. She didn't know which parts that Arden had crafted, but she liked it non the less.
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Arden was somewhat surprised at the idea that plants could be repaired. She rather thought that something so delicate would be permanently damaged, but maybe the other woman didn't consider such things permanent as long as the plant would survive and continue to grow. Either way, she was glad that Fog had not managed to kill the flower.

"I'm Arden, I'm a dragon candidate," she responded to the introduction, silently stomping on her curiosity regarding why anyone would choose to be anything else. Day whers seemed pleasant, and she supposed she wouldn't mind bonding to one if dragons did not exist. But from the first moment a Search dragon identified her as a potential candidate, Arden had been quite focused on the idea that more high-ranking dragonriders in the family - even possibly a Weyrwoman? - could repair the reputation her family had lost when her father caused his own death in a drunken stupor.

Day wher handlers did not have that kind of admiration. There weren't even gold day whers, as there were gold whers, so there was no way for a candidate to acquire that kind of rank that would make it easier for Arden's surviving siblings to be proud of her. She wanted her sister to be able to turn conversations to Arden's accomplishments when others needled her about their parents. Only a dragon, and a high-ranking one, would achieve that.

She blushed at the praise for her little beaded bracelet. She had been thinking about learning how to make beads - maybe out of shards of metal that were not useful for other purpose, or wood, or clay - but right now the only thing that she could take artistic credit for was the pattern the beads made on the thread. She had plans to attach several strands together, each in a slightly different gradient of color, but for now it was just blues changing gradually from dark to light and back again. The lightest blues were almost the same color as Fog.

"Thank you," she said, embarrassed. "It's something I'm learning right now, since I can't get much access to the forge for making jewelry - there isn't as much space in the schedule for frivolous things." Which was one argument against making metal - or even glass - beads. She looked at the plant again, wondering if taking care of it soothed the other woman as much as focusing on the little details of a piece of jewelry did her. "I have never been particularly good at taking care of plants. I'm not even allowed to weed, because I can't tell the difference between the good plants and the bad ones."
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